Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1893-11-09
AN EDITOR OUTDONE.
Loaded Down With Flashy Calendars
by Peddler Who Was OYer.Ac-
c0mmOdating.

cOmmodating.
By Homer Bassford in st. Louis Republic
Editor Haninger of the Clayton
Argus has come to the conclusion
that the more a man thinks he
knows about confidence games the
more likely he is to be caught. AL
though Mr.. Haninger is an editor
and widely read man, he has sew
eral times within the past six
months been the victim of sharpers.
Several weeks ago in Chicago a
young fellow stopped Mr.. Haninger
on State street.
"How are you?" he saluted
familiarly.
First rate," responded the edi-
tor, "but I don't know you. You
certainly have the advantage of me-"
"What! don't know me? Why,
Pm Dosenbach's nephew"
This was a good starter. In ten
minutes the young man had asked
about nearly everyone in the county
whom Mr.. Haninger knew. The
end of it was, TO make long and
very old story short, Mr.. Haninger
let the young man have 500, which
be has not seen since. He has
learned, furthermore, that his friend
Dosenbach has no nephew in Chi
cago.
Soon after the editors return to
his labors he was visited by man
who was selling illuminated calen-
dars at 80 cents each. He tried his
best to shake the peddler, but it
seemed an impossible job. AS last
resort, Mr.. Haninger told the fellow
to 60 over to Mrs. Haninger, where
he might make sale.
"No, I can't do that" said the
peddler. II can't face woman
with my tale of troubles"
"Why, what troubles have you
got?" asked the editor.
"My little ones are actually in
need Of food and warm clothing"
whimpered the fellow, "snd my wife
can't go to church for want ofsome-
thing to wear.''
Mr.. Haninger was moved. He
took so cents out of his pocket and
bought calendar.
Ten minutes later the peddler
made his appearance at the Hanin-
ger home.
clam here, madam, "he said when
the door was opened, ''to sell a cal
endar to you at the request of your
husband. He wanted one of those
beautiful works of art for his bed
room, but it happened that he did
not have the necessary money with
him, and so he sent me over here"
The lady thought that it was
rather strange, but she produced the
piece of silver and the calendar was
hers.
Something brought the editor
home bit earlier than usual that
afternoon. AS he came up the steps
his wife saw that he had calendar
in his hand. She came to the door,
and as they stood on the porch To-
gether the story of how they were
fooled quickly came out.
AT the instant when the editor
was maddest, bis boy of IA came
up.
Johnny" said Mr.. Haninger,
II want you to run up to the hotel
and see if you can find fellow who
is selling calendars like these. Run
quick, before the train leaves, and
tell him that Mr.. Haninger wants to
see him."
The boy was away in an instant.
He had no difficulty in finding the
calendar man.
"What is it, my little fellow?"
asked the suave salesman.
"Why, why" said the breathless
youth, "my papa, Mr.. Haninger,
wants to see you"
"Your papa-Mr. Haninger?-
oh, yes, the editor. Yes, yes; l
promised to bring one of those beau
tiful calendars around to him, but l
forgot it. He didn't have the
change when l met him. I'm aw-
fully sorry, but it's now about train
time"
elbow much is it?"the boy asked.
"Only 80 cents; you don't hap
pen to have the amount, do your"
The boy fshed up the so cents
and the trade was made.
If anyone wants to fire up the
Haninger blood in these times, he
asks the editor what day of the