you all will excuse me I got business in the Privy Council. He he he!”
Lee listened in horror. The County Clerk often spent weeks in the privy living on scorpions and Montogomery Ward catalogues. On several occasions his assistants had forced the door and carried him out in an advanced state f malnutrition.Lee decided to play his last card.
“Mr. Anker,”He said,” I’m appealing to you as one Razor Black to another,” and he pulled out his Razor Back card, a memo of his lush-rolling youth.
The Clerk looked at the card suspiciously:” You don’t look like a bone feed mast-fed Razor Back to me . . .What do you think about the jeeeeeeews. . . ?”
“Well Mr. Anker, you know yourself all a Jew wants to do is doodle a Christian girl. . . One of these days we’ll cut the rest of it off.”
“Well, you talk right sensible for a city feller. . .Find out what he wants and take care of him. . .He’s a good ol’boy.”

INTERZONE

The only native in Interzone who is neither queer nor available is Andrew Keif’s chauffeur, which is not affectation or perversity on Keif’s part, but a useful pretext to break off relations with anyone he doesn’t want to see:”You made a pass at Aracknid list night. I can’t have you to the house again.”People are always blacking out in the Zone,wheither they drink or not, and no