“Now,” said Marian. “You know who is sincere and genuine?”
“Yes,” said the beautiful girl, with eyes shining with enthusiasm. “The test was a complete success. I detest that odious Judson, and I’m going to begin studying for the stage right away.”
His Dilemma
An old man with long white chin whiskers and a derby hat two sizes small, dropped into a Main Street drug store yesterday and beckoned a clerk over into a corner. He was about sixty-five years old, but he wore a bright red necktie, and was trying to smoke a very bad and strong cigar in as offhand a style as possible.
“Young man,” he said, “you lemme ask you a few questions, and I’ll send you a big watermelon up from the farm next summer. I came to Houston to see this here carnival, and do some tradin’. Right now, before I go any further, have you got any hair dye?”
“Plenty of it.”
“Any of this real black shiny dye that looks blue in the sunshine?”
“Yes.”
“All right then, now I’ll proceed. Do you know anything about this here Monroe docterin’?”
“Well, yes, something.”