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Show The Cold Facts A grocer doing business on Michigan Grind avenue was yeBterday aaked to trust a colored man one day for a quart of strawberries. straw-berries. "Oan't do it you'd never pay," ha replied. "I'll pay de money afore eight o'clock in de mawning," earnestly continued the colored man. "Perhaps you might, but I den't believe it. If you have no money now how will you have any then?' "Dou't ar me, boss I'll have de cash suah, Ize just perspiring to death for de want of strawberries." "Does any one owe you?" asked the grocer. "No, sah.'' "Then how do you expect to get any money?" "Oh, de pay wi 1 bo all right." "I guess not. You'll huve to try some one else." "Boss, you hez pinned me right down to cold facts," Baid the cuato mer. "I wants strawberries, an' dey hez got to come, an' derelore, let me say dat I wasn't goinji out to night 10 steal chickens at aelk 'em to get money." "Ah! you wasn't?" "No sah, 'cause I dim pulled 'em in last night, an' dy'll bn Bold to a butcher dis eyeing. Dat's do cold fact, mister;, a&' now wrap up dom strawberries an' down' abuse my confidence. con-fidence. Dulroit Frco Ptbs. |