The Financier had the Novel Experience of putting up for a Brace of
Sons-in-Law who would not speak to him when any one was around. Which
served him right, for he had no Business to be in Trade. It was very
careless of him not to have inherited his Stuff.
Still, it was a great Satisfaction to him to be a Blood Relative of
two Howling Swells who had Pedigrees reaching back almost as far as
their Debts.
Very often he would take them into a Back Room and turn them around
and look them over and recognize the cold, undeniable Fact that they
were cheap at any Price.
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MORAL: Bunker Hill has been Avenged, over and over.
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_SELF-MADE HEZEKIAH AND HIS MESSAGE OF HOPE TO THIS YEARS CROP OF
GRADUATES_
In Wayback Township, along in the Thirties, there arrived a
12-pounder. When he was three days old he was exhibited to a Bunch in
the Front Room by an Old Lady who had made a Study of Colic. She was
a Baby Expert who always broke in to do considerable heavy standing
around and calling off when there was a lift in the Population.
While little Ipsy-Wipsy was being inspected, he opened one Eye and
spotted a silver Half-Dollar that the Honorary Nurse wore as a Brooch.
Immediately he closed in on it. They had to choke him to make him let
go. In after Years it was remarked that this was the only time that he
went after the Coin and failed to bring it home.
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