Mt. Pleasant Pyramid | 1912-09-27 | Page 6 | Limit of Gall

I Limit of Gall. John W. Conley, business agent To:-the To:-the Boston Bartenders' union, is repeating re-peating a story told by one of the members of his local, which, he says, shows the limit of pure unadulterated nerve. It seems that a thirsty individual individ-ual strolled into the "wet goods emporium," em-porium," where this particular bartender bar-tender presided and asked for a beer. After his glass was filled he said: "Take one yourself." The bartender drew one and the two drank. "Now," said he of I he thirst, "I'll match you to see who pays. Lend me a coin to match with?" Amazed at the gall of the party, the bartender complied with his request and down he slapped them on the counter. One was a head and the other was a tail. "Didn't you say you were matching me?" asked the mixer of liquids. "Naw," replied the nervy party as he strolled toward the door. "You are matchin' me an' lost." Boston Traveler.