noon
job did n't get sort of monotonous ! Does it ? Say , listen a while ! I was breezin ' through the arcade here the other noon , about twenty minutes behind my lunch schedule , when someone backs away from the marble wall tablets the agents have erected in honor of them firms that keep their rent paid . Some perfect stranger it is , who does the reverse goose step so unexpected that there 's no duckin ' a collision . Quite a substantial party he is , too , and where my nose connects with his shoulder he 's built about as solid as a concrete pillar . `` Say , '' I remarks , when the aurora borealis has faded out and I can see straight again , `` if you 're goin ' to carom around that way in public , you ought to wear pads . ''