Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1901-08-30
( SARCASM IN SIGNS.
ADVERTISEMENTS THAT AT TIMES
BECOME A MOCKERY.

seen WORSE Days and Irritating
Announcements When They Were
Hard I'D and Out of Employment.
The advance agent met the leading
man of another show the other night,
and, as they had not seen each other in
seven years, there was n warmness
about their greeting that was refresh
ing.
Dear old Tomw said the leading
man. II was thinking of you not five
minutes ago. Sit down, you dear old
fellow! I passed a bakery not five min
utes ago. and 1 thought of you. Why,
here's Willis! I was just saying to
Tom that l never see a bakers that /
don't think Of him. Tom and were
poor once! Mighty poor too. re-
member that we had been turned out
of different homes on the same cold
night and met each other for the first
time by chance. We shared the COM
forts of butchers wagon that night
and went upon a rummaging expedi-
ton the next day. We halted in front
Of a German bakery, half starved and
disguised with life generally. There
was huge sign in the window which
said, There Is No Cake Like Ours We
hadn't a penny between US. but Tom
stepped in and asked for a sample of
the cake. The Dutchman didn't ap-
ipreciate the humor of the request, so
Tom said, You may keep your cake,
boss; but, say, give me a chun1 of
bread, quick, or I'll cut out your gz-
zard.' I'll never forget that cake sign
because 1t took US hours to get away
from the police who were attracted to
the scene by the bakers cries for help"
But that was not my only expert
ence with a peculiar sign" remarked
the advance agent after a hearty laugh.
1.-THE year before l went on the road
for the first time l was in as hard luck
as ever man was. l had pawned ev-
erything in sight and was almost starv-
ed. found an umbrella in the hall
way of down town building, and the
1anitor told me to keep It. 1t was a
fairly good rain shield, and l immedi-
ately carried it to mine uncle. didn't
know this particular relative, although
had formed the acquaintance of hun
dreds Of his people. His place was on
Sixth avenue, and he gave me rs cents
on it, which gladly accepted AS he
was making out the ticket he said:
do you want to save it from the
moths2'
Eyes answered.
THAT will cost you II cents. Per
haps you would like to have it insured?
1t is always advisable, but 1t will cost
you IL cents more replied my friend.
"'All right said. Take good care
Of it. He could have eaten it for all l
cared, for l never intended to redeem
it I was about to leave the place when
said:
NO extra charge for putting watch
es and jewelry in the safe in the office
watches and jewelry! 1t brought
the tears to my eyes, and as l crawled
into my 10 cent bed that night l
thought Of diamond necklaces, pearls
and rubies of priceless value and-cake.
Oh, the curse of some signs! How they
mock the poor"
They were all silent a moment, but
the one addressed as Willis was the
said:
There's my friend. Big John Smith.
Let me introduce him. Since you chaps
are talking Of signs and hard luck, let
me tell you Of the time that l had to
leave my trunk at the old Stevens
House, on lower Broadway. and light
out by the shades of midnight to get
away from a hotel bill that couldn't
pay. Everything l had In the world
was locked up in that trunk. and as
could not remove anything without ex-
citing suspicion l thought it best to
keep out Of Jail by leaving everything
behind me. I must have walked the
streets at least a week famished and
penniless. One afternoon l was pass
ing along an up town street, hoping to
die, when l happened to look up and
saw a sign as big as my hopes were
small. This sign read:
1--WE Are Not Daylight Robbers.
Trunksl Trunks! From the Battery
to the Harlem Bridge to Your Room
For Is Cents
IF that sign was not the irony of
fate in my case, I do not know what
to call it."
"Oh, that's a small affair alongside
of my experience" said Smith. 1T is
only few years ago too. / had been
unemployed for several months. and as
had six little shavers to take care of
did not have much trouble spending the
little money had saved. didn't seem
to have a friend in the wide world to
turn to, and I spent my last copper for
paper to examine the employment col
umn. 1t was about Christmas time,
and dreaded going back home to face
the scolding landlord. l recall that
stopped in front of the Harlem Office
of a newspaper to see the holiday
crowd go by, and as I did so l saw a
sign that made my blood run cold. 1t
said:
"There Is No Reason Why You
Should Be Idle. Insert Want Ad