They got on the stage at Paradise. “Dirty Shirt” Jones looks at me with his one good eye, looking like he kinda blamed me, which he had no right to do. The Lord knows I wasn’t responsible for them taking the stage. One of ’em is kinda pink-faced and has got the weakest mustache I ever seen. Looked like somebody had hit him a glancing blow and knocked his eyebrow under his nose. Maybe I’d better say that he looked like some kinda delicate fruit which grew on the shady side of the tree and never got no chance to ripen.…
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