In the 1970s, August Busch, III organized a successful boardroom coup against his father, Gussie.
Gussie looked up in astonishment, then dropped her eyes for very shame.
"Gussie, I don't like you to talk that way about my father," Cyrus began.
It was evident that Gussie was striking something of a new note in Market Snodsbury scholastic circles.
Cyrus said, and added a modest bad word; which made Gussie cry.
She had repeatedly hinted that Dexie was "already spoken for," but the hint was not acted on in the way Gussie expected.
Cyrus came, running, and between them they get the swooning Gussie to her room.
At the beginning of the address, Gussie had subsided into a sort of daydream, with his mouth hanging open.
Alfred, at your time of life, are you beginning to quote Gussie?
All that Gussie needs is the elder-brotherly advice of a seasoned man of the world.