Scotch Thrift
Sandy, the office manager, approached Annie, the stenographer, for another loan of $10. It was a weekly occurrence and always had been granted.
“Well, Miss Laurie, here I am again to borrow the usual ten spot,” he said. “Funny isn’t it? Here I am making three times as much money as you, and yet I have to borrow from you every week. You always have money on hand, and I feel ashamed to ask you for another loan.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Annie, “I haven’t as much money as you think, but I have borrowed from the boss and always manage to hoard a little bit.”
“The deuce you do!” exclaimed Sandy. “That’s what I have been doing with your ten spots.”
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There was a young chicken named Rose
Who wore the most wonderful hose
They set the men staring
But she wasn’t caring
For that’s why she wore ’em, I s’pose.
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