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Course , how soon he hit the bread line wa 'n' t any funeral of mine exactly , and he was a hopeless case anyway ; but somehow I got to likin ' Tutwater more or less , and wishin ' there was some plan of applyin ' all that hot air of his in useful ways . I know of lots of stiffs with not half his brains that makes enough to ride around in taxis and order custom made shirts . He was gettin ' seedier every week , though , and I had it straight from the agent that it was only a question of a few days before that brass plate would have to come down . And then , one noon as we was chinnin ' here in the front office , in blows a portly , red faced , stary eyed old party who seems kind of dazed and uncertain as to where he 's goin ' . He looks first at Tutwater , and then at me . `` Same to you and many of 'em , '' says I. `` What 'll it be ? '' `` McCabe was the name , '' says he ; `` Professor McCabe , I think .