“What an awfu’ look Sandy has on his face.”
“Aye,” said his crony, “he’s dead.”
“How long has he been dead?” inquired the first speaker in shocked tones.
“The better part of twa hours.”
“Why did ye nae tell me before?”
“Hoots, mon,” said his crony, “I’m nae the one to brek up a pleasant evenin’.”
§ 113 Something to Look Forward To
A hustling free-lance in the white goods business thought he saw a magnificent opening to buy up a stock of underwear and by a quick turnover among the jobbers to realize a handsome profit. He succeeded in inducing a Bowery bank to let him have a hundred thousand dollars in order to swing the deal. The deal was swung but for some reason or other the enterprising speculator was not able to move his newly acquired stocks as rapidly as he figured on.
One morning the president of the bank sent word to the borrower that he desired to see him immediately and the latter promptly answered the summons.
“Look here, Mr. Jacobson,” said the banker, “I’ll have to call your loan and I’ll have to call it immediately.”