The enterprise-recorder. (Madison, Fla.) 1908-1933, 1908-08-13
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With a bogus silver dollar and the
firm intention to conquer England
by American intelligence, old Joe
from Newport, Ky, arrived one
morning in London. After having
sold the false dollar to an Irishman
at the depot for three shilllngs, he
treated himself to some breakfast
and two glasses Of whisky, got his
shoes shined and started out to do
business.
What kind of business he was to
take up and for whom he was to do
1t did not interest him very much.
as there we're more details which
would easily arrange themselves. He
didn't ask anybody to give him any
information about the streets of the
city, but simply followed the enor-
nous crowd Of people that poured
across the London bridge into the
city, He walked even faster than
the clerks who were afraid Of being
late, combed his hair while he was
running, read two morning papers,
nodded in friendly way to the Bank
of England and the Exchange, and
thus at last reached that part OF Lon
don inhabited for centuries by people
who know only one kind of business
and one kind of smell, that of old
clothes.
Here old Joe stopped and looked
about. He found himself in the open
market hall where for hundreds of
years has been the greatest trans
actions in old clothes in the whole
world. Among the walls were
booths full of clothes worn by the
last few generations Of Londoners,
and where thousands OF Prince Al
bert coats, evening coats and tux
edoes, besides enormous bundles of
trousers, vests and business coats
were done up by the hundred for
Wholesale trade. There were whole
armies of worn out shoes, shapeless
hats. quaint old umbrellas and canes,
heckties and underwear. In front Of
the booths were crowds Of customers
and curiosity seekers.
Working men, sailors, clerks, buy
ers from the colonies, not to forget
the compact mass of loafers to be
found anywhere in London where
there Is easy money to be made or
stolen. Trade was quite lively, but
as the majority of the people were
foreigners very little was said, and
most talking was done by gestures
Of hands AMI shrugs OF shoulders.
Old Joe didn't stop long to look
at this scene. After a moments
hesitation he turned to one OF the
small stands in dark corner where
Nathaniel Weihrauch was sitting be-
hind his modest stock, sad and melan-
choly because the mass of people
passed by his place without as much
as giving It look.
Il beg you, sir" old Joe said,
touching his hat. would you please
tell me where the old clothes bazaar
is?"
The bazaar, why, old man, you
are right in the centre Of it."
"This!p old Joe cried, with an ex-
preston Of deep contempt, "do you
call this a bazaar? Why, it can't be
anything but a Joke
Il admit that business IS little
dull to-day, but prices are not going
down. Are you looking for anything
in particular, IN black. or maybe in
sporting suits?"
well, really, ! don't know.
hadn't thought Of doing anything.
But what you will you take for your
whole stock2"
Nathaniel looked up IN surprise.
You are wholesale dealer?"
"Of course One OF the greatest
in the world. I'm president Of the
Grand Central Of America"
The old dealer looked at him ad-
niringly, put down some figures on
slip OF paper and bashfully whis-
pered the price.
"I'il give you half OF that" Joe
replied. cash down in an hour. All
right. And now must 60 on.
And without saying another word
old Joe mounted platform. took OF
his coat and roared IN a voice that
was heard an over the place: Gen
tlemen-'
Everybody looked al him. The
dealers were disgusied but the loaf
ers were delighted. An however
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