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Show Prosperity. There's a Yankee landlord on the Maine coast who keeps his old hulk of a summer hotel filled every year with well-to-do guests from the cities, who pay high prices for the wonderful scenery and the good meals, philosophically philosoph-ically accepting the bleak rooms, the shabby wall paper, and the thread-Dare thread-Dare upholstery. A New York man asked him toward the close of the season sea-son how he had been doing. "Wal," the Yankee replied, "I've just about going over the books, and we've netted about $17,000 this sea-sou. sea-sou. I reckon if we do as well another year I'll paper the parlor!" |