"
Then he would add--
"Now we'll just go into this house for a minute. There's
a dirty pup in here that's one of our supporters."
My opinion of our own supporters went lower every day,
and my opinion of the Liberal voters higher, till it so
happened that I went one day to an old friend of mine
who was working on the Liberal side. I asked him how he
liked it.
"Oh, well enough!" he said, "as a sort of game. But in
this constituency you've got all the decent voters; our
voters are the lowest bunch of skunks I ever struck."
Just then a man passed in a buggy, and looked sourly at
my friend the Liberal worker.
"Hullo, John!" he called, with a manufactured hilarity,
"got the little mare out for a turn, eh?"
John grunted.
"There's one of them," said my friend, "the lowest pup
in this county, John Winter."
"Come along," said the Candidate to me one morning, "I
want you to meet my committee."
"You'll find them," he said confidingly, as we started
down the street towards the committee rooms, "an awful
bunch of mutts."
"Too bad," I said, "what's wrong with them?"
"Oh, I don't know--they're just a pack of simps. They
don't seem to have any PUNCH in them.
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