Bitzer

As Bitzer told me, voters’ perceptions of a fair map often boils down to their own partisan leanings.

Bitzer knuckled his forehead again, and again begged pardon.

Mr. Harthouse inclined his head in assent, and Bitzer knuckled his forehead.

And, now you have it, doesn't it look rather like Bitzer's horse?

That done, Bitzer was dismissed to town with instructions to recommend Tom to come home by the mail-train.