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Show THE RAILROAD GUIDE. Yesterday forenoon, says the Free Prsss, a young man, whose business it was to sell railroad guides to any one who would buy, found a Jefferson avenue clothing dealer sitting in an arm chair in front of his door, and after a kindly Balute the agent banded out one of his guides and said: "There is the handiest little book in the world. It contains the name, time-table and route of every railroad in the country." "1 nefler puys no such kind of pooka," replied the dealer as he glanced through it. "But you want that pamphlet, my dear sir. You look like a man who travels around considerably, and no traveler can get along without one of these guides." "I don't care to guide no railroad," said the dealer, shaking his head and turning away. "Hold on, now just look through it once, Suppose for instance, that you want to go to New Orleans," "I shall nsfler go there so long as I am born." "Well, suppose you want to go to Omaha?" "Den I don't go." What do you do when you want to go to Chicago?" asked the persistent agent. "I bthays at home." "Well, suppose you had to go; wouldn't you have to look at & railroad rail-road time table then?" "No, sir. I Ehould go down py der depot, get on der train, puy some apples off der poy, and I should step off in Chicago like some grease!" The- agent had no further arguments argu-ments to advance. |