Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-11-17
DRUGGISTS TROUBLES

beIore purchasing this uptown drug stoTe
the young graduate In pharmacy, whose
father had let him have the money to go
into business for himself, spent about half
day in standing across the street in
spot where he wouldn't attract attention.
in order to watch the doors of the drug
store, 50 to find out what sort OF
trade 1t had. The number OF persons he
saw going into the store satisfied him. and
so he paid the figure and took the store
over. He closed the plant up for couple
of days in order to have repairs made and
to restock, and then, one morning last
week, he opened up for business, a fine
feeling of proprietorship initiating him.
Quite a lovely young thing, with a huge
feather boa, was the first to enter.
Il want 2-cent stamp she said, ten
derlng the young graduate in pharmacy
$50 bill.
"Er-uh-I don't believe can change that
note" said the new proprietor, wondering
inwardly at the nerve of the lovely young
thing, and saying to himself, It's a Won
der she wouldn't offer to buy nickel
piece of soap or something to have that
bill changed"
''Oh, indeed!' said the lovely young crea-
ture with the boa, haughtily. She gave
the young pharmacist a freezing success
sion of looks and swept out.
A little boy was the next. He had piece
of paper in his hand, and he walked hes1-
tadngly up to the new proprietor of the
drug store.
"Ah. just let me have that prescription.
my little man." said the pharmacist, ex-
tending his hand.
TT amt no scription," replied the kidlet.
NAV she wants t set tn kitchen clock. an
she says t me t come here an fin out
what time 1t Is an t have tn man put 1t
fergit it," and the youngster held out the
piece Of paper. The young graduate in
pharmacy dlsappointedly took it, jotted
down the time on 1t and the boy piodded
ant Thn Il -, Iy
the little frame that he had already bought
for the purpose Of framing the first bill he
took In over his counter and sighed a bit.
The next was little girl.
We'll, what did your mamma send you
fort" asked the new proprietor, beaming
upon the child.
Mamma didn't send me-" said the little
girl. but came over to see If you had
any old cigar boxes. 1 want to make
wagon for my dolly"
The new proprietor plowed around in his
cigar showcase and found an empty cigar
box. and handed it over to the child, with
another sdfled sigh.
The next to come in was middle-aged
man, not badly dressed.
Hey. there, doc, what's good for a stomach
acke?' he inquired Of the young graduate
in pharmacy. MY youngest boy Is bel
lerin' with a stomach ache. and my wife's
down town, and 1 don't know what to do
for him.
why, Jamaica ginger's a pretty good
thing for that" said the young graduate
In pharmacy. starting for the part Of the
store where he kept his stock Of Jamaica
ginger.
THAT so?" said the middle-aged man,
starting for the door. Good thing. I've got
a bottle OF that over at the house, and I'll
give the kid dose of it." and he went out.
Another small boy slouched in. clutching
dime in his grimy little right fist.
Paw. he wants a pack Of playin' cards
fr 10 cents" said the youngster.
Don't keep playing cards, son." replied
the new proprietor, bit CURLY. Neither
do I keep hay or horseshoe nails" he
growled under his breath, as the boy am
bled out
A hatchet-faced woman rushed in a little
la ter on.
Young man." she said to the new pro-
prietor. do you know where the Tinkatink
family, that used to live up the street, are
living now?'
"No'm." replied the young graduate in
pharmacy. drearily.
Don't know where they moved to-" said
prise mingled with reproach. why, that Is
queer. Are you perfectly sure that you
don't know where the Tinkatinks moved
tor
"Yes'm," replied the pharmacist.
''Yes'm what?" said the hatchet-faced
woman. raucously. DO you mean that you
do know where the Tinkatlnks moved to
and just don't want to tell me?'
II never heard of the Tinkatink family in
all my life, ma'am," said the new pro-
prietor, miserably.
well, why didn't you say so In the first
placer wratchfully detained the hatchet-
faced woman. moving toward the door
The idea OF your keeping me waiting this
way-the very idea!' and she banged the
door as she went out.
A fat rosy-faced, well-groomed man was
the next to enter.
well, I ought to sell this one bottle of
tooth powder, or something" said the young
pharmacist to himself, as he advanced.
'Morning." said the rosy-cheeked man.
I'm DR.. Pulsefeel, practicing around the
corner. Be glad to send you my patients
liz ing in this neighborhood. Nice little
place you've fitted up, Ell? How's trader?
''Well. haven't had an idle moment since
took down the shutters truthfully re-
piled the young graduate In pharmacy.