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From The Nsw York Spirit ofAe Times, ,;
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In the yrar '36, we published a semi
weekly journal in the city Of Detroit, and,
at the commencement Of our career tsopi
thar" we employed aiscaa travelling agen!
A-ons ]. Dial fellow d infnite tace in
his business, and ordinarily one Of TIC msf.
|risst, happiest, h~sslnatured bipfds We eTer
yet met with. john had a way Of obtaining
subscribers, however, peculiarly his own
and his success was proverbial. II he I'M
dertook to get a mans name and subscrip!
ton money, he got I-there was no dodg-
ing the issue, where he had resolved upon
the thing.
John was a large, powerful man, stand
ing six feet three, in his socks-and he
feared nothing in the performance Of his du.
ItJ /; ct times when . resort to the styieks Of
his trade" was necessary, he was ever 'sat
home," and bis ~mimicry, smiling counte-
nance, and capital address, always made
him scores Of friends, almost at first sight
But John occasionly.. encountered a tough
customer. .y.lsI-5a La-ystv Tsact 2
"You call that a psper?" exclaimed
rough, big listed fellow, derisively, one
morning in a coffse-houss where John wal
canvassing.
swell, Tdo," said John, Quietly.
80 git Quit" responded the bully, z Ell
"And you must subscribe, t~oo-comsH
SHOTS you knows on" continued the
other sneeringly. 'sIt's a humbug!"
"What's a humbug? ~
HThat naner o,vournS
"Come, now, my fine fellow. that won'i
d." added our agent, not a little piqued.--
He always stood straight up for the papef.
"Thst kind o'talk amt just the thing. my
FRIEND" continued John, for there were
several persons present.
81 say it's a hum," persisted the fellow
an your another.
As the stranger got off his last remark,
he approached the c~snvasser instaH.ly, 80
offered some, unri~fsIekoable demonstration
Iof a belIigerent character.
John measured his customer q moment as
he advanced, and drawing back, he very
coolly knocked the i~nsolent fellow down.
Then grasping The rcwdy BY the throat
"Is my paper a ~humbug?" asked John
"Yes-cuss your pictur!"
ait is, eh ?" continued the agent, bring.
ing the fellow a rap on the side ofthe sconce,
which astonished him immensely. "Itis--
is it P" and again he cuffed him vigorously
and then again and again, until the bully be-
gan to believe he had commenced operation!
upon the wrong individual.
ais my paper a hum ?"
'O-n--nop. shrieked the fellow atIsst.
what kink Of a paper is it?'
q dun no'-
Eyes you do said John, raising his hug
mawler over the others head, in a threat
ming attitude, ,,pd grinning a CHASTITY smile
wal, le' me up the victim.
'rn let you up, when you nswer me-
q tell yon / dun 'no.'' :
u say You do," responded John, and agar
he raised that fearful fist and showed his glist
teDing teeth.
sY--ye-yesv shouted the sufferer.
sWhat kind of d paper is it theap Tel
me or I'N smash EVERYONE in your ugh
skin"
sIt's a-a-i's@a -
'Quickp
!sNO, no-good-fuss rate one. Now, lie:
meupv
Not till:you subscribe, Oh ftllo%.'
u sC0ntn
'Yon wont!?' exclaimed John, ioakinl
daggers at the PROSTATE hero, while lie gra.
ted his teeth like. a mad caiain"unI-ant
trashed him violently upon the floor ones
more.
u willr
sFo- a year," asked the agent:
'No.'
what then?'
sSix--six montils.'
.That'n be two dollsrs,' said john; sforl
over the tin, there's no trust in Mas trade:
Let me up, say
Not till sou have paid your ~subscriP
tiop.' .e..rr
wal, git of er m
rThere,' said Jnln-who was nsturall
! very ACKNOWLEDGEMENT at the same nc
%inent, lie turned so that shis subscriber
could get his hand into his pocket. Tn
Halter actually draw forth his purse; coun
ted out two dollars In silver, and the agen