‘He's got it buttoned in his breast. I saw him put it there.’

But the bottom line is that Simon is running for president as the boy scout who adheres to traditional liberal policies and solutions.

And while the moralist, who is holding forth on the cover ( an accurate portrait of your humble servant), professes to wear neither gown nor bands, but only the very same long-eared livery in which his congregation is arrayed: yet, look you, one is bound to speak the truth as far as one knows it, whether one mounts a cap and bells or a shovel hat; and a deal of disagreeable matter must come out in the course of such an undertaking.

It is being bought by wage earners, by ThriftStamp owners, by Hooverizers, by every man who wants real, guaranteed value in a shoe which will cost him a reasonable price.