A CANDIDATE FOR THE PRESIDENCY.
“General Grant smokes, Jimmy, and you’ll never be a man if you don’t learn,” added a voice minus the brogue.
A policeman here interfered, and rescued the wretched “Jimmy.”
“What is a sample clerk, my lad?” I asked of the boy who had used the above expression.
“O, sir, he’s the divil o’ the ’potecary shop; the lean, pimply-faced urchin what tastes all the pizen drugs for the boss. If his constitution is tough enough to stand it the first year, then they makes a clark of him the nixt.”
