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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919
Year: 1919 (1910s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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the bank examiner,agreed to do the pro-moter act. I inventedthe National Credit Cor-poration, and he built hisname out of the wordloan. He claims thathe never told you a single downright lie—ofcourse I dont know, a bank examiner and all. Mr. Shilling, in his solid, bankerish way,was having a very good time. As a result, you have the only good in-vestment you ever made, so far as I know.When your interest is due I think you willfind that the United States government willcontrive to meet it somehow. You can bor-row on that bond or, if the worst comes tothe worst, sell it. But Ill be darned if Illever lend you a dollar on it to buy Eucalyp-tus groves in Siberia or to finance a ma-chine— Never mind—I—feel kinda cured. Imgoing home now to show this to the wife.Its a good joke on the missis. This is thefirst investment of mine that she ever ob-jected to and this is the first one that wasany good. Shows how much women knowabout business. That is how Easterly lost his amateurstanding.
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The Candidate: The opposition accuses me of buying votes. Its a lie. I never paid for a vote in my life The Crowd: Piker!—Tightwad!—Cheap skate! A Paying Job at LastA VISITOR to a small town in Arkansasunwittingly held up the local news-paper. Having lost a valuable dog, he rushedto the newspaper office and handed in anadvertisement offering fifty dollars rewardfor the dogs return. About half an hour later he thought hewould add to his advertisement the words,No questions asked. So he hurried to theoffice again. When he arrived he found theplace empty except for a small boy, whowore a sulky expression. Wheres the staff? asked the stranger,glancing about the deserted room. Out looking for your dog! replied theboy, who was evidently aggrieved at beingleft behind. No Pressing Need ASCOTCH minister one misty eveningfell into a deep mud-hole from which hecould not climb out, and shouted for help. A passing laborer, hearing him, lookeddown and asked who he was and then re-marked: Weel,

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