OCR Text |
Show Good Turn by the OI' Clo' Man. "That old clothes man back on the corner just now saved me the price of a new suit," remarked a young business busi-ness man yesterday, on his way down Euclid avenue past the old Arcade. 'Nope. Guess again. I didn't sell him anything and I haven't any idea af buying a suit of second-hand clothes from him. But until I walked by him lust then I was of the opinion that I would "have to lay aside this last summer's sum-mer's suit Tve been wearing and pay forty or fifty dollars for a new one. N'ow I've changed my mind. That fellow fel-low on the corner asked me: 'Got any al' clo's to sell, mister?' I told him 1 didn't, and our conversation ended right there. But It was enough. He wouldn't ask a seedy-looking man If he had any old clothes for sale, would he? Naturally he'd think a shabbily-iressed shabbily-iressed person was wearing about the only clothes he owned and wouldn't want to part with those. The ones these old clothes people like to deal with are the dressy ducks the boya that get a new suit every little while and dispose of the old ones for little or nothing. He must have thought I was that sort. So I judge this suit must stack up pretty well. I'll just make It io this summer for every day and take that forty or fifty dollars out of one pocket and put it In another." Cleveland Cleve-land Plain Dealer. |