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“Well, you know… Fritz is a heck of a worker, but he sort of looks like a monkey”

“Sort of?” snickered Jake “I’ll say he looks like an ape in the jungle”

“Youarms?” asked Bell

“Arms like a monkey Face like one, too”

“He didn’t really look like a monkey,” Bell protested, mildly

“He does to me”

Isaac Bell drew his notebook from his pocket and opened his Waterman fountain pen “No Fritz looks more like this” He tried to draw a man’s face with a prominent brow “Sort of like this I’”

The cereal salesman took out his order book and his pen “No, more like this”

“Neither of you can draorth a darn,” laughed the Gillette man He opened his order book and moved his pen over it, laboriously “He looks like this”

The cereal salesreed vehemently, and Bell said, “Not one bit like that How about you, Jake?”

Jake, the Locoeport, took out his book Isaac Bell watched, holding his breath Jake was his last chance to get a sketch that resembled Fritz Wunderlich Surely one of the men at the table could draw Jake, it turned out, possessed a modicum of artistic talent

“Like this,” said Jake He drew in a few quick lines a si cheeks and deep-set eyes Then he turned his pencil on the side and shaded in a heavy brow

The others stared “You got hiht, Jake,” one marveled “That’s Fritz Darned near”

“I think you’re right,” Bell ventured, looking to the cereal salesman for confirmation

“He sure does”