Brisk and dapper in his striped suit, Dr. Harry Elmer Barnes paused a moment deep in thought, as the New York train pulled in at Northampton, Mass., station. Had he remembered to pack: 1) his purple socks? 2) his lemon-yellow shoes? 3) elegant ties, in hues and number sufficient? And had he packed too, in his mind, plenty of his bright, daring, fetching, original phrases, enough to give the solemn old boys a jolt?
There was for instance that phrase about being unable any longer to view...
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