"Not the job, but the salary. They offered me twelve dollars a week."
"Well," said the friend, "twelve dollars a week is better than nothing."
"Twelve a week—thunder!" exclaimed the old scribe. "I can borrow more than that right here in Detroit."—Detroit Free Press.
One winter morning Henry Clay, finding himself in need of money, went to the Riggs Bank and asked for the loan of $250 on his personal note. He was told that while his credit was perfectly good, it was the inflexible rule of the bank to require an indorser. The great statesman hunted up Daniel Webster and asked him to indorse the note.
"With pleasure," said Webster. "But I need some money myself. Why not make your note for five hundred, and you and I will split it?"
This they did. And to-day the note is in the Riggs Bank—unpaid.
BOSSES
The insurance agent climbed the steps and rang the bell.