Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1903-03-06
WAY OF THE WORLD.
HOW ENTERPRISE is SOME
TIMES MISPLACED.

For q drug clerk, his nature was
confiding, and for three long years he
had looked ahead to having a little
drug store of his own. Besides being
of a confiding nature he loved the
country and the country town, and he
was always looking for an opening in
some charming rural village. When
his old aunt finally decided to die and
leave him a couple of thousand dollars
he knew that his time had come. Two
weeks later he "opened shop" at Da.
visburg, a town of about one thousand
inhabitants. "J. Lorenzo Dow, Drug
gist," read the sign, and he was com.
plimented ON all sides on being the
first druggist to set up in Davisburg.
1t was stroke of enterprise, and the
people for fifteen miles around would
appreciate it and pour their dollars
into his Golfers. ]. Lorenzo opened on
q certain Monday morning for busi-
ness, and his first caller was village
carpenter, who said:
"Ive had blamed ole sore on my
right leg for the last year, and didn't
know but you might hev some salve to
cure it?"
Certainly" was the smiling reply.
Here's the thing to cure that sore
in three or four days. I've sold it for
years, and there's no mistake about
it's being a good thing"
"How muchi"
Twenty-Five cents. It used to sell
for thirty five. but they have made a
cut"
"Good God" gasped the carpenter,
but you don't mean that you ask
twenty-five cents fur one O. them
stingy little boxes O. salve!"
"That's the price. One box will
probably cure you"
"Never! I'll stand that sore fur
ten years longer before I'll be highway
robbed by anyone! Twenty-Five centsl
Why, the butcher gimme piece O
mutton.taller as big as my fist fur five
centsl If you expect to do any busi-
ness in this town you'll hev to come
right down on prices!"
The carpenter limped out and the
cooper came in. He said he thought
his lungs were little stuffy, and the
blacksmith had advised him to get
certain patent medicine.
"Yes, sir, l have it," was the cheer.
full reply OF J. Lorenzo as he hustled
around. "This is one of the stand
ards for pulmonary complaints, and I
think you will feel the benefits right
away"
"Yaas, I hope 90. How much is
itw
zone dollar, please"
zone dollar I" exclaimed the cooper
as his knees knocked together. "Why,
you don't purtend to ask dollar fur
about . half-pint of stuff, do youf"
"It has always sold for dollar, oil" )"
"Wall, it won't sell fur no dollar
agin-not to me. I'll let my blamed
ole lungs go to Halifax before I'll pay
q dollar fur snybody's remedy I've
heard that suckin' . cucumber was an
awful good thing fur the lungs, and
l guess I'll try it. A dollar . bottle
You amt no highway robber, you
aintw
A dimple of sorrow was resting on
J. Loreuso's chin when the butchers
wife dropped in. She was the mother
of seven children Of seven different
sizes and ages, and the report that
Davisburg was to have a drug store
had greatly pleased her. She had an
empty camphor bottle in her band,
and after looking around she queried:
"You can make me some campfire,
can't your"
81 can, ma'am."
II want it purity strong"
Certainly"
II think campfire is the best thing
in the world to bring up family on.
It's saved every one of my young 'uns
over and over agin, and when I'm all
tired out nothing cheers me up 80
much as to put my nose to the camp.
FIRE bottle. So you keep campfre'"
"Yes'm."
"How much to fill that bottlei It
only holds q pint. you know"
ut will be fifty cents, ma'am."
FIFTY whatw she exclaimed a. she
staggered back in amazement. "You
don't mean to tell me that you'll
charge Fifty cents to ell that bottlep
"Yes'm. You see, alcohol is worth
fifty cents pint itself, and I must
add the gum. Ireally ought to charge
seventy-five cents-but-"
Gimme my bottle" she interrupt
ed a. she reached out with both hands.
Here my husband has to sell hull
Calls liver for five cents, and you want
fifty cents fur pint O campfire !!
Lands alive, but I'll fill that bottle
with sage tea and make all the child
rem drink it before I'll pay any sich
price. Fifty cents! Lemme hurry