Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-06-07


man who has since eluded my vigi-
lance. Mr.. Cutter has an idea that by
the change Of his name he has overcome
race prejudice, and has clinched it by
getting i Yankee salesman. ! told him
that had much difficulty in getting
suited.
''Any man who can't fit your figure, "
said this efficient liar, fought to go out
of the business. Look at these shout
dersr'
He thumped me several times on the
right collar bone, while Mr.. Cutter, who
stood by with tape measure around his
neck nodded approval and exclaimed;
Flat as board, by erasmus"
II have always had trouble with the
shoulders of my coats" said !. This
one which | have on was made by
Brown & Co, on Broadway, and il
makes me look badly Slowed, The
right side of me appears much higher
than the left, whereas the one they
made before this threw my left Shout
der several inches above my right"
Cutter spread out his hand with the
palms upward, and rolled his eyes to-
ward heaven.
Il know der man dey have ter cut
dere clothingS," said he, "und he aindt
fit ter make ohrSe blanket for a mule. ="
'He is especially unhappy in his con
ception of pantaloons," said J. at is
his creed that everybody must be either
bow-legged or knock-kneed."
"Dose pants yer got on" remarked
Cutter, "are knockkneed in one leg,
and bow-legged in der remainder. /
never see such holy show"
He claSped my slender calf in one
hand, and made gestures OF disapproval
and disgust with the other.
"If | couldn't cut good pant for
leg like dose, I'd jump off der Brooklyn
bridge" said he.
"Will you sign bond to that effect?"
| enquired, "lf had eXacted Il simi-
lar pledge from every tailor | ever
traded with, the East river would now
be almost closed to navigation.
Cutter shifted the conversation clev-
erly by calling mo attention to a pair of
pantaloons hanging on line. He said
that / could have been there half an
hour before, when the gentleman tried
them on, | should have witnessed a
spectacle of complete and boundess
satisfaction such as few men bad ever
gazed upon and never outside Of this
particular shop.
have got so thoroughly accustomed
to being cheated by tailors that no
other possibility ever occurs to me. 1
simply order whatever they show me,
and afterwards suffer in silence. So /
told Mr.. Iswy, etc, etc, alias Cutter,
to make up suit of those genuine i'm
ported goods, and then take out an in
surance policy on his life because he
would find it good investment in case
the clothes didn't fit me.
He told me that should have to wait
till the following Thursday, because he
was so rushed init baezness."
He gave me to understand that many
of our most prominent bitzens were at
that momrnt destitute Of "pants," and
had gone to bed rather than wear those
made by any other tailor so in order to
not interfere with the business interests
of the city he would be compelled to do
their work first.
! waited with foreboding of evil, for
my experience with clothes has never
been happy. They have cast blight
over my life. In my youth ] was sup
posed to be hump-backed, for no other
reason than that the old man McClus-
key made my jackets. 1t is true that
number of the other boys suffered under
the same unjust suspicion, but that was
no consolation to me. 1t is very damag
ing to boys self-respect TO get the
idea in his youth that he Is deformed.
How can boy begin straight life
with pair Of bow-legged pantaloons?
McCluskey had theory that boys
clothes should not be made to fit him
Immediately because, in that case, he
would outgrow them. When he took a
boys measure he modified it in spirit
of large and generous prophecy. |
never knew a boy to justify McCluskey's
confidence in his possibilities OF devel
opment. AS for me / was so under
sized before / was thirteen that one
freckle covered my entire face, and then
/ suddenly took a start and assumed my
present ample proportions almost imme-
diately. But even during that peri
od-when / took my own measure
three days in the week and got new
chalk mark on the barn door every
time-I never grew into one Of McClus-
keys suits. Whenever / got near
enough to one OF them to endanger Nc
Cluskey's reputation as a reliable mis-
filter, the garments always came to his
rescue and fell to pieces.
"Well, these are but boyish trials. Nc
Cluskey died many years ago, and is