.. just as we gave you
your start....
"Baxter is the most remarkable combination of genius and jackass I have
ever run into. But don't ever tell him that I said that. He has no sense
of humour ... everything is of equal import to him ... his toothache is
as tragic as all the abuses of the capitalist system."
* * * * *
On the way to the Great Lakes there are several people I must stop and
see, and show myself to.
I stop at Topeka and visit Dad Rother ... a columnist on a newspaper
there, of more than local fame ... an obviously honest-to-God bachelor
... he is afflicted with dandruff and his hair is almost gone. He shows
me photographs of Mackworth and of Uncle Bill Struthers, each
autographed with accompanying homely sentiment.
I catch myself pretending an interest in Rother's column, but really
actuated by a desire to plant myself in his mind, and to have a notice
in his paper about me ... anything that Dad Rother has in his column is
copied in all the Kansas papers.
* * * * *
I drop in at a Leavenworth newspaper office, ostensibly to borrow the
use of a typewriter.
But the stick or so put in the paper about my passing through
Leavenworth pleases me.
General Fred Furniss is stationed at Fort Leavenworth. I must visit him.
* * * * *
General Furniss walked in rapidly as if executing a military manoevour,
both hands held forth in welcome.
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