"This car cost me thirty-five hundred dollars, Blathers, but I'll let you have it for two thousand, eh? It's a clean gift of fifteen hundred," said Bolivar. "Eh, what do you say?"
"No," said Blathers, "I can't do that; but suppose you give me five hundred dollars and keep the car, eh? Clean saving of a thousand, eh? What?"
The present financial situation gives the lie to the old adage that Exchange is no robbery.
The man who had made a huge fortune was speaking a few words to a number of students at a business class. Of course, the main theme of his address was himself.
"All my success in life, all my tremendous financial prestige," he said proudly, "I owe to one thing alone—pluck, pluck, pluck!"
He made an impressive pause here but the effect was ruined by one student, who asked impressively:
"Yes, sir; but how are we to find the right people to pluck?"