The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1900-01-12
out OF Corbett? Because 1 learned to

can post yourself on the baseball scores.
That boys going TO come TO me with
tears Of gratitude in his eyes year
from now 10 thank me for putting him
on the highway 10 fortune. WHAT do
you think he'd ever amount to with the
kind of clothes he's wearing now?'
There's something in that admit
ted the stationery man. lie looked
considerable Of slob, for fact"
That's the point exactly. II you'd
patropiZe a good tailor once and give
yourself show you might amount to
something yourself
You'd feel sore if l did, retorted the
stationer. Il wouldn't want TO seem to
slight you"
Native nobility is ali right as far as
ii goes" said the tailor, O, acularly.
but il wants to be dressed *or the
part. / don't mean 10 say tha. clothes
are every hing. There's some men L
couldn't make clothes TO 1T, and good
goods would be wasted on EN-, simply
because providence never intended they
should wear good clothes; but you take
me and I'll fix EN- up so you'll feel Like
taking off your hat TO them when you
meet 'em on the street. You can't help
yourself
You can't judge a man by the coat
he wears" observed the statloner,
sententiously.
Maybe you can't said the tailor.
"All the same that's the way mos; peo-
pie VIII size you up, and it's pretty
good play to keep that in mind. You
may not have anything more than a
pair of deuces in your hand, but a four
ace front amt going to hurt your
bluff. There's a Whole lot Of buff in
this wicked world, Billy"
You don't need to tell me thA. after
seem you sell hat suit"
The tailor breathed hard for a mo-
ment and brushed a chalk mark from
the edge of a seam. L suppose you
wouldn't believe me if 1 told you that
I'd have made more on the SIS cloth
than 1 viii out of the S22,' hr said at
last.
NO, wouldn't" said the stationer,
with a great deal of decision.
That's right" observed the tailor.
you don't want to believe everything
you're tod. You'll get imposed on
sooner or later If you do. No, sir; you
guessed it al right. 1 don't see how
you managed to 90 it, but you did it.
I guess / might just as well own up;
it's 10 use trying to hide anything from
you, you're too foxy. Yes, sold that
boy the So because 1 make s. more
profit on il. You don't think he sus-
pected that. do you?''
You can't fool me- said the sta
toner.
I'D hate to try it, said the tailor,
genially, looking at his neighbor with
an expression of intense admiration.
When they try to pull the wool over
your eyes they get left, don't they ?''
las a general thing they do, said the
stationer.
You wasn't born yesterday, was
you?" pursued the tailor.
No, guess I'm over seven," admit
ted the stationer, complacently.
That's what tell them when hear
them saying what fat-headed lunatic
you are. OF course know you can't
help the way you look, and that the
drivel you talk once in awhile is apt to
give people a wrong impression of you.
If you would keep your mouth shut
when there's strangers around you
would pass for man of average intel
Hgence, anyway"
80 you think that boy is going to
weep on your shoes and call you his
beQefactor?" asked the stationer.
IF he's got any gratitude in his
makeup he viii be apt to think of me in
after years as the man who gave him
his start in life. He's out So over and
above his calculations. We'll say. He'll
have to economic little to make up
that amount. There's an advantage
right there. Habits of self-denial are
tivate if he expects TO succeed in life.
Then he's got the advantage of looking
Like somebody just as long as the
clothes hang together. It's an even bet
that the boss will give him raise in
his wages on the strength of those
clothes, or some other man, seeing how
nice he looks. viii covet him and make
prineely oyertures to get him to accept
q new position. Then he will naturally
feel as if he has got to live up to the
worlds good opinion of him. He will
get the hump out of his shoulders and
into his actions, and the result viii be
that in Is years from now that boy viii
be at the head of some trust and viii be
universally loathed and respected"
That's all right said the stationer,
'sbut what's the matter with you?"
I'm all right. Who's all right?
Why, am returned the tailor. I've
got TO get those blamed shears sharp
ened.-
you may think you are" said the
stationery man, nursing his knee with
his clasped hands. 1T don't strike me
that way, though. Let me tell you
something. Do you know what you
want to do? You want to get on some
decent clothes yourself and quit wear
ing carpet slippers in business hours.
You can work, but that's where you're
foolish. You want to get gang work