I make no pretense to accuracy. I shall be quite content if the sensibilities of no one are wounded by anything I may reduce to type.


Recollections of Thomas R. Marshall: A Hoosier Salad (1925) - Chapter XVI


I make no pretense to accuracy. I shall be quite content if the sensibilities of no one are wounded by anything I may reduce to type.

I make no pretense to accuracy. I shall be quite content if the sensibilities of no one are wounded by anything I may reduce to type.

I make no pretense to accuracy. I shall be quite content if the sensibilities of no one are wounded by anything I may reduce to type.

I make no pretense to accuracy. I shall be quite content if the sensibilities of no one are wounded by anything I may reduce to type.