"How did Cranbury ever manage to get so deeply in debt as he is?"
"I wish I knew. I can't even stand my grocer off for more than a week at a time."
RASTUS—"How much, boss?"
DRUGGIST—"Sixty cents and three cents war tax."
RASTUS—"Boss, Ah done thought de wah was over."
DRUGGIST—"Sure, it is, but we have to pay the debts."
RASTUS—"Boss, Ah always thought de one whut lost paid de debts. Dat's why I fight so hard."
"I was preparing to shave a chap the other afternoon," says a head barber. "I had trimmed his hair, and from such talk as I had had with him I judged him to be an easy-going, unexcitable sort of fellow. But suddenly his manner changed. Out of the corner of his eye he had seen a man enter whose appearance upset him."