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By Jack Joseph Smith

down, but I see the distant fear in their eyes. But then I would see something else in Wendell Sabastians look, when he would say: Your nothing, but a fucking phony, Frost. Wendell, how can you say that? Ass hole. And just where did that come from? Eah. From the Dandy, of course. Give me anouther beer, you ass hole. I don't think you have paid your two dollars yet Dandy? Who gives a shit? Wendell, do you give a shit? Fucking Dandy can do whatever the fuck he feels like fucking doing. Beaver was dancing around somewhere between the tear drops of his dreams, when I asked him: Beaver, do you think Dandy should give a shit about paying me two dollars? He's the Dandy. But as far as I am concerned, it's written down if he dosen't pay. And if dosen't be careful, we'll plug up his ears during the next time around with, Irish Eyes are Smiling. Well Dandy, I have a business to operate. Eah. Is that supposed to take the place of laughter Dandy? Eah. Dandy had mastered a very powerful, and creative extention of himself. It was eah. The sound was quite long, and it kind of ruffeled its way through his throat. He was

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O'Dandy gets called a phony, dodges paying his two dollars, answers nearly everything with his dragged-out eah, and becomes the center of a rough comic argument that exposes both his swagger and the group's strange tolerance for it.

The OCR is rough in spots, but the social pattern is still plain: the whole exchange circles around O'Dandy's lazy, needling style and the way everyone keeps adjusting themselves to it. His repeated eah works like a mask, ridiculous on the surface but oddly effective in holding the group's attention.

Claude

Wendell Sabastian flatly names the narrator - 'Your nothing, but a fucking phony, Frost' - and the picnic argument circles O'Dandy refusing to pay his two dollars for beer, defended on the grounds that 'He's the Dandy,' though Beaver warns 'it's written down if he dosen't pay' and threatens to 'plug up his ears... with, / Irish Eyes are Smiling.' The page ends by anatomizing O'Dandy's signature grunt as 'a very powerful, and creative extention of himself... The sound was quite long, and it kind of ruffeled its way through his throat' - turning his refusal to speak into the page's running joke about whether 'Eah' can take the place of laughter.