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Show His Sole Limitation. "Do you know what I'd laik to be?" asked Rastus of the commercial traveler trav-eler who was stopping at the wayside hotel. "No," said the commercial traveler, "What? A millionaire?" "No, sah;" said Rastus. "A lawyer?" "Oh, no, sah. Not dat." "A doctor?" "No, sah." "What then?" asked the commercial traveler. "I'd laik to be a preacher, sah," Rastus said. "Well, then, why don't you?" asked the commercial traveler. "I can't, sah," replied Rastus, "because "be-cause I ain't got no frock coat." |