Hello, is this you, Abe?
Sure, it’s me.
This is Abe Potash I’m talking to?
Yes, yes. What do you want?
Well, Abe, I want to borrow fifty dollars for—
All right. I’ll tell him as soon as he comes in.
While a customer in one of our prominent stores on Fourth street, I saw an unusually amazing incident. A lady of stupendous dimensions, stylishly attired, entered the store and seated herself to be waited upon. Soon a bald-headed clerk came up to serve her. After rejecting this pair and that, she decided on some brown oxfords. The clerk knelt down to lace them, and she gazed about the room. Suddenly she looked down and saw the bald head. Thinking that it was her roller-topped knee, she modestly drew her skirt over it.