Mr. Laboringman: Well, I've got to be up at six o'clock in the morning, and be at my job by seven, and I want to go home. I move, we adjourn.
Mr. Farmer: So do I, for I've four miles to go yet tonight.
Mr. Lawyer: What difference does that make? The trolley goes right by your door, and you'll be there in twenty minutes.
Mr. Farmer: That's all right, Mr. Lawyer, I don't get my breakfast at nine o'clock as you do, but I've got to be up in the morning at five o'clock to feed my stock. I'm a-going, so good night.
Uncle Sam: This is a rather informal break-up, but I guess it will be of no use to call in the police, so good night.
COMMERCIAL CREDIT, LAND CREDIT, GOVERNMENT CREDIT
Uncle Sam: Mr. Farmer isn't here yet. He left in such a huff the other night, possibly he is sore—no, he is not, here he comes.