They brought in the goat and the judge fainted. They then brought in the tramp and the goat fainted.
A party of traveling men in a Chicago hotel were one day boasting of the business done by their respective firms, when one of the drummers said:
No house in the country, I am proud to say, has more men and women pushing its line of goods than mine.
What do you sell? he was asked.
Baby carriages! shouted the drummer, as he fled from the room.
Mayor’s secretary, William P. Ryan, was commenting on the way in which many illiterate persons seem to get along in the world, says the Chicago Journal.
The late William J. Carrol used to tell a good story along this line, said Mr. Ryan. He had business connected with the collection of rents which used to take him to a certain place on the eastern shore at intervals. On one occasion he went into a store there, the proprietor of which could neither read nor write. While he was there a man came in who was evidently a regular customer.
I owe you money, don’t I? he said to the storekeeper.