Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-02-11
FATAgR 2E lie PugH carr.
The Genius who "stoolss Up" tho ''Falslr''
and Starts Him On TO Fortune.

The Genius Who 'stoclss Up" tho "FalSlr''
and Starts Hin ON TO Fortune.
Out Of the mndding crowd through the
giant ninepins Of rolled paper and groups
OF blackened machinists and crowding
trucks and past pie shops and screened
gambling dens till your hurried pace drives
You to the street center, where at last you
find no obstacle to quick progress but mud,
and then-quiet.
You are in lower Ann street, with life
fast throbblng left behind ana deathlike
quiet in the Swamp" beyond
Dodging a push cart loaded TO the brim
with musty novels their musty titles MAX
ing known their morally cobwcbbcd con
tents, you rush on with Broadway haste,
your nostrils filed with fetid rag odors
from nearby junk shops, till your nervous
eye reads, among mass of fellow creak-
ers, the sign ~. Brasher Peddlers Sup
piled"
Through grimy, dark entrance you feel
your way, aided by the faint burst of light
smoky sky pane gives TO the space ahead,
when you suddenly find yourself in n
square room, piled ceiling high with shelves
on which are small paper boxes and pack
ages and Irvine and bundles innumerable,
all in hopeless chaos; yet all looking cleaner
for their contrast with the neighboring
labyrinths of old bottles and tea lead--all
this at one glance, and then your eye lights
on the other human occupant Of this queer
place and your start of surprise at sight Of
him is answered by his quiet glance Of
pride of proprietorship at his reeking
shelves, and you know you are confronting
the "peddler's friend"
He's pleasant surprise, this godfather
OF street shouters. Six feet tall, with a
gentle, quiet voice that comes through
pearly teeth, smooth shaver and spotlessly
linened, and he tells you how he started in
at years Of age to earn his bread and pie,
and you are surprised again to find that
he's been at 1t twenty-eight years aud you
are convinced that mushrooms and soft
crabs must be his present diet, when he
conlidentially tells you that he can call on
his bank now for $4,000
"Sore eyed" merchants, he says, are my
opportunity always-importers who bring
novelties here that won't sell till their OPP
tics are disturbed at constant sight OF
"dead" stock
''Ihen they send for me. make them
an offer If it's accepted my stock com
pany of fakirs will wheel their wagons up
in front of the merchants store next day,
and sell to the public odds and ends that
they would never have seen but for me.
"They're n great public - they want
quantity, not quality; sensational name
takes them always; something that's going
Those McGinty ghosts were hoOdooed from
the start, though regular stills for sell
ing-guess they've joined their father down
below. Fountain pens are mightier than
sword canes-can't get EN- fast enough,
Sold 10000 Krazy Souutars,' as the boys
call 'em. Made myself solid with the
Grand Army in Boston; had forty boys
there to sell medals and metal top canes.
My boys are 'hustling' in Chicago, st.
Louis, Baltimore, New Orleans--in fact,
wherever there is public
"Priccs are five, ten, fifteen and twenty
five cents-never twenty What don't sell
at quarter sumps to fifteen, and ten
ner' that fails TO fetch generally reaches
the popular pocket at five. What don't
catch on we 'slum'-shelyo it, you know;
but | know what's what, and we do pre-
cious little Summing.
"My boys are all steady, honest fellows.
i stock them up; they sell; the risk is
mine. It's u steady living all year round
for them ] have sixty OF them off and on,
and put Off $4,000 worth Of otherwise
unstable merchandise and novelties every
year.
occasionally the boys get the common
ailment of big head A few days or
weeks of good sells may line fellows
purse with twenty-five bones He then
rests on his oars, eats at Ilitchcock's and
dissipates at Miners or the London till
it's all gone. Then he's ready for work
again. New York Herald