Everybody was drunk.

Nearly everybody did that.

Everybody in this town likes me.

When they’re not they make a lot of trouble for everybody.

Everybody in the town saw us going through with these rods.

Everybody I knew was in the bond business, so I supposed it could support one more single man.

Only it ain’t really like the Galleria because there everybody is going by all the time and there’s everybody around at the tables.

Well, we went out to live at Maisons-Lafitte, where just about everybody lives except the gang at Chantilly, with a Mrs. Meyers that runs a boarding house.

Seems like in Milan everybody is going somewhere and all the trams run somewhere and there ain’t any sort of a mix-up, but Paris is all balled up and they never do straighten it out.

Everybody liked him and whenever I’d come in to the Café in the forenoon I’d find somebody drinking with him because my old man wasn’t tight like most of these jockies that have got the first dollar they made riding at the World’s Fair in St. Louis in nineteen ought four.