human
What do you think of our chances?
gpt
Pretty raw deal, said the Chairman,
human
What's wrong with him?
gpt
No PUNCH,
human
None at all,
gpt
I'll tell you, said the Campaign secretary, Mr. Bughouse, a voluble man, with wandering eyes--
human
I see,
gpt
Now, you take this man, Shortis, that the Liberals have got hold of, continued Mr. Bughouse,
human
That's so, they murmured,
gpt
I met Shortis the other night in the street, went on Mr. Bughouse,
human
Well, said another of the Committee men,--I think it was the one called Mr. Dope,
gpt
I wouldn't mind that so much. But the chief trouble about our man, to my mind, is that he can't speak.
human
He can't?
gpt
Not for sour apples! asserted Mr. Dope positively.
human
Now, in this riding that won't do. Our people here are used to first class speaking, they expect it. I suppose there has been better speaking in this Constituency than anywhere else in the whole dominion. Not lately, perhaps; not in the last few elections. But I can remember, and so can some of the boys here, the election when Sir John A. spoke here, when the old Mackenzie government went out.
gpt
Remember it as well, assented Mr. Mudd,
human
Well, sir, continued Mr. Dope,
gpt
I'll never forget Sir John A. speaking here in the Odd Fellows' Hall, eh?
human
My! but he was PLASTERED. We had him over at Pete Robinson's hotel all afternoon, and I tell you he was plastered for fair. We ALL were. I remember I was so pickled myself I could hardly help Sir John up the steps of the platform. So were you, Mudd, do you remember?
gpt
I certainly was!