“HERE’S one for you, ’Squire, that I’ll betcha you can’t answer,” tantalizingly said Hi Spry, as the Old Codger added himself to the roster of the Linen Pants and Solid Comfort Club. “‘When tomorrow is yesterday, today will be as far from the end of the week as was today from the beginning of the week when yesterday was tomorrow. What is today?’”
“Today, Hiram,” grimly returned the veteran, “is the day that I’m goin’ to ask you to return to me them three dollars and thirty-five cents that you borrowed from me over two months ago, with the promise that you’d pay ’em back the then-comin’ day-after-tomorrow, which went mizzling down the corridors of time quite a spell ago without fetchin’ me the money. That’s what day this is, Hiram, although I prob’ly shouldn’t have mentioned it if you hadn’t tried to humiliate me in public by springin’ a question on me that you was pretty sure I couldn’t answer.”
No Retribution
CRAWFORD—Why do you object to the methods of our benevolent millionaires?
Crabshaw—Because in distributing their surplus wealth they don’t give it back to the people they got it from.
A Belated Reconciliation
BY WILL N. HARBEN
Author of “Abner Daniel,” “The Substitute,”
“The Georgians,” etc.