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Show Topped 'Em All K SMALL - TIME SALESMAN treated himself recently to a ride from Minneapolis to Des Moines on the Millionaire's Special. Spe-cial. Thrilled by the train's luxuries, lux-uries, he entered the club car where Wall street Midases were discussing business. "A bad week," one capitalist complained, "we netted only $130,000." "It was better bet-ter for us," said another, "wheat was hot and we cleared $250,000." Man after man told of such profits. Finally the group glanced at our little salesman, "How's your business?" busi-ness?" they asked. "So-sc," he shrugged, "last week yellows were off half a million, but reds were up a million, and blacks up four million." mil-lion." Eyebrows raised in' wonder. Then one Midas respectfully asked, "Say, what's your business?" "Me?" sighed our little salesman, "I sell jelly beans." |