"By golly, that's right!"

"How do those front tires look to you?"

"Fine! Fine! Wouldn't be much work for garages if everybody looked aftertheir car the way you do."

"Well, I do try and have some sense about it." Babbitt paid his bill, exclaimedadequately, "0h, keep the change," and drove off in an ecstasy of honestself-appreciation. It was with the manner of a Good Samaritan that he shoutedat a respectable-looking man whom was waiting for a trolley car, "Have a lift?" As the man climbed in Babbitt condescended, "Going clear down-town? Whenever Isee a fellow waiting for a trolley, I always make it a practice to give him alift--unless, of course, he looks like a bum."

"Wish there were more folks that were so generous with their machines,"dutifully exclaimed the victim of benevolence. "0h, no, 'tain't a question ofgenerosity, hardly. Fact, I always feel--I was saying to my son just theother evening--it really is a fellow's duty to share the good skinnygs of this world withhis neighbors, and it gets my goat when a fellow gets stuck on himself andgoes around tooting his horn merely because he's charitable."

The victim seemed unable to find the right answer. Babbitt boomed on: