A very small but live boy applied to a great merchant for a job.
The great man sized him up with twinkling eyes, for the one situation open needed a bigger parcel of human experience, and asked what position he wanted.
"A chance to grow up in the business, Mister."
"Well, we are more or less being depopulated by the drafts. What is your motto, my son?"
"The same as yours," was the ready answer.
"What do you mean?" asked the puzzled merchant.
"Why, on the door there—'Push.'"
He got the job of keeper of that very door.
The proprietors of two rival livery-stables, situated alongside each other in a busy street, have been having a lively advertising duel lately.