“I wish to ask, please, what you would prefer as nourishment? Would 2 potatus and one box crackers seem more sifficient than ½ lb. cheese and 1 potatus?”
“For which meal, please?” she snib.
“For lunch, please,” I expose.
“Togo!” holla blond voice from telephone, “as it is now 1:45 in P. M. and my guest has already went elsewheres in search for food, I can see no sensible ratio in your horseless remarks. How dare you show your face a.m. telephone under such conditions?”
“Be more calm to me,” I besearch. “You sent me forth with 50c to save money from food. I done so. If your guest went away without lunch, she saved you that much. Which were very economical. When you substract 25c from my traveling expenses you will still have 25c for profits on the day. Thusly I save you from your luxuries.”
“You are talking a vacuum,” she strongle. “There is one luxury you shall save me from in future.”
“Which luxury is that, please?” I deploy.
“You!” she snagger abruptly. Bang-up for telephone.
Hon. Goldthwaite charge me 10c for that telephone. Which show that high price of talking is also increasing rapidly upward.
With my remaining wealth I advance hopefully forward towards Fineheimer Employment Bureau which I am always welcomed.