CHAPTER 22. But When Your Arms Are Full of Girl and Fluff

But when your arms are full of girl and fluff You hide your nerve behind a yard of grin; You'd spit into a bulldog's face, or bluff A flock of dragons with a safety pin. Life's a slow skate, but love's the dopey glim That puts a brewery horse in racing trim. --Wallace Irwin.

CANARIES SING FOR THE HERO