Summary

George Niblo What's your hurry? A deck full of jokers

Among other places where he took me was a town in Jersey which I dare not name for fear of being lynched.
At any rate it was a dead herring.
Once a boom had set in, and streets were laid off in the most extravagant fashion, but for years the place had been going to the bad.
The real estate man had exhausted his resources, and as a last card he said, desperately:
"But you certainly must admit that the town is well laid out."
"Oh! we agree you've done the proper thing," I remarked. "When a town is dead it's only right to have it well laid out."
That real estate man was offended.
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George Niblo What's your hurry? A deck full of jokers

I liked his nerve.
At the same time I expressed my surprise over the steep demand he made for such a trifling service.
"Huh," he said with a grin, "guess you can't expect a fellow to be a bank director for nothing."
He got that quarter for his smartness.
If only one keeps his ears open on the streets he is very apt to hear many queer things, and sometimes fragments of humor go floating on the breeze.
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George Niblo What's your hurry? A deck full of jokers

I remarked, pleasantly, after my usual way, "you seem to be out of humor this morning."
"That's all right," he snarled; "you can't sell me any."
What a husband that bear must be; not domestic, [Pg 10] after my own fashion, for I dearly love to do errands for my wife.
Of course I sometimes make blunders in shopping, but then experience teaches one, and in time I hope to be able to hold my own with the tricky tradesmen who look upon me as a soft mark.
When the mistake is really atrocious I get a good calling down, and sometimes have to resort to strategy in order to save the day.
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