I liked his nerve.
At the same time I expressed my surprise over the steep demand he made for such a trifling service.
"Huh," he said with a grin, "guess you can't expect a fellow to be a bank director for nothing."
He got that quarter for his smartness.
If only one keeps his ears open on the streets he is very apt to hear many queer things, and sometimes fragments of humor go floating on the breeze.
Try it once.
You'll soon realize that after all, this is something of a gay old world.
Down on Park Row, just as I was passing, an irate customer was hauling a clothing dealer over the coals.
"Say, Isaacson, you said this suit would wear like iron," I heard the customer say.