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By Jack Joseph Smith
"Hey lady, he pays a good wage," yells one of the boys.
Ben in the meantime grabs up one of the newspaper's with
and the cord from the untied bail and outsteps the lady
to the licence-plate. After wrapping the newspaper firmly
around the licence he stands up in front of it grinning like
a kid with a two dollar bill.
"That won't do you any good at all. I can find out who you
are," she says absolutely intent on winning this little thing
she is into.
"But I'm the president, no sorry, the editor mam." With this
Ben is letting out a self assured laugh, which is not lound,
but is the catching kind that embraces him with the same resodence
that he embraces it.
She begins to lose control; and moves up to the boys taking one
of them by the wrist. Both of the youngsters are somewhat amazed
that she is carrying this thing out so far; when Ben steps up
quite close to the lady's face, and says to her, "lady you've got
burbon on your breath, I think you better go to the church." With
that, she lets go of the boy; and slaps Ben acroos the face. The
boys have quickly jumped into the back of the truck, when Ben says,
"on second thought lady, I think it would be best if you went to
hell."
Cut to Ben dropping the boys off in a neighborhood similiar to
the one of the last scene. They come around to the window of his
truck. Ben speaks in a non-calaunt mannor. He does not press a
point and relates to the boys as well as everyone as equals.