“I’se movin’, Mist’ Bob,” answered Mose.
“Movin’ where?”
“Movin’ into town—done rented a lil’ house down back behint de L. and N. depot.”
“Why, I thought you liked the country?” said the white man.
“I used to lak it,” said Mose. “I used to lak it powerful. But my wife she don’t lak the country. An’ yere lately I’ve tuck notice, Mist’ Bob, dat w’en my wife don’t lak a thing I jest natchelly hates it.”
§ 82 Almost Startling, Really
In the days when Frank A. Munsey was in active editorial charge of his various publications he had a serious-minded office boy who took things literally—and with due deliberation.
One day Congressman Thomas B. Reed, then Speaker of the House, came from Washington to New York and dropped into the office of Munsey’s Magazine to see its proprietor. Between the famous publisher and the famous statesman a close bond of friendship existed—they were both sons of Maine, and they had been intimate associates for years.
The bulky Reed stepped into the anteroom and without giving his name said he wished to see Mr. Munsey. The office boy told him Mr. Munsey was in conference and invited the caller to have a seat. More than half an hour passed before the caller was admitted to the inner room. Then he told Mr. Munsey how he had been kept waiting.
Indignantly the latter issued forth and descended upon the youthful keeper of the outer gates.