“Mary, if you go down I shtand on der stairs mit a light und a shot-gun und shoot eafery burglar like tunder.”
[Wanted Weather-Strips.]
“Didn’t I leave an order here three days ago for weather-strips?” demanded an indignant citizen of the proprietor of a Woodward avenue store yesterday.
“Yes, sir, you did.”
“And didn’t you say you would send a man to put them on?”
“I did.”
“And he was sick, I suppose?”
“No, sir; he went up there two days ago.”
“And put on the strips?”