The Jew shrugged his shoulders.
"Vell, do you mean to dell me it did not?" he asked.
"Hang it, too much like iron. I've only had it a week, and see here how rusty it's become."
The same day I stopped to gaze at an astonishing picture in front of a Fourteenth Street museum, where the freaks are on exhibition day and night.
A wild-looking man came out and hurried away.
He was met by the manager, but broke loose and walked down the street, evidently out of temper.
"See here," called out the proprietor to the man in the ticket office, "what's gone wrong with the glass-eater?"
"Oh! he's struck."