_Jack._ Can't you cut it out for one evening? I'm not in your class
in college.

_Bob._ If you were, Jack, you'd learn something real about the world
you live in.

_Jack._ Oh, cut it out, Bob! You give me a pain! Just because you
once put on hobo clothes and went out and knocked about with bums
for a year, you think you've a call to go around making yourself a
bore to every one you know!

_Bob._ Well, Jack, some things I saw made an impression on me and I
can't forget them. When I hear my glib young cousin who sits and
surveys life from the shelter of his father's income--when I hear
him making utterly silly assertions----

_Jack (angrily)._ What, for example?

_Bob._ The one you were making today--that if a man fails, it must
be his own fault.

_Jack._ I say there's a place in life for every man that's good for
anything.

_Bob._ I say that with things as they are at present, most men fail
of necessity.

_Jack._ They'd succeed if they only had nerve to try. There's plenty
of good jobs lying idle.