jakes

"I've made a few good friends over the years," says Jakes with a laugh on the phone from his Texas home.

Come down at once, and put a bar across, because Jakes must have his supper.

Then followed the story of Mrs. Jakes, with all its horror, all the greater from the obscurity of the details.

Sergeant Jakes, with his stiff stock on, might be preached at for ever, without fetching a blink.

By Gosh, that Jakes sure is ole, fer hes been er luggin round these parts with one foot half-buried fer the last ten years.

Now you can't imagine Miss Jakes bending; she'd have to stoop.'