The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1912-01-28

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protest seem narrow minded upsno,,.
and uiggardly. At any rate none ~
''Hcre you arc, sir. lack af -.
yours. twelve boxes and sreo .,
dozen elegant spoons fl for the ,.s,.
c2ar-uo. don mind thaulins
pleasure : all mine BE sure "a ian
Swab YOU saw me. And now. gent.
YOU one and all for Your kind at,..
my lecture and Will make wav 3.
Piuklcy, patcntcc Of Pinkley's pint
the pills that made PillviIIc famo..
sweet voiced singer from the spns,
land will now entertain YOU
And deftlv clapping together bis
table. which folded into sometb;r.
suit case. tho human dollar macns,
into waiting buggy and droys
away, the jingle OF "cnsy monsy,s !
fainter and fainter to the ears NJ d,
game sports, - The black faced cor.
the service Of Prof. Pinkley Of
smote his banjo and sang with a -
voice.
Rufus Rastus Johnsiug Brown.
'Whatche gwioc ter do when n,
comes roun'9'
The editor had stood like one in
during the sheariug process and ou,v
vulsiye movement of his hand tor,.
pocket in which he kept his profits N
how narrowly he had escaped rapki,-
the twenty-five shorn lambs The I'm
tcrruption Of Mr., Bolts was all 4,
saved him.
cts wonderful, it s perfectly woud,'|
he gasped. There's something \,
theory, Bottsy'
'Of course there is said the MIrs<
Ioftily. "He is Of the elect, He und,,|
the lure Of the unspokcn word. You h
serve that he did not break the law. III
he cheated, bullied and even threatesx
violence the unsolicited crowd of ths
corner He did not make any promi,.
therefore could not break any He ev>
his victims trained to say 'plsae|
thank YOU while he parted them fu-
money. No, it is not hypnotism. il 4
Lure. That is the kind Of thing vhi,>
to get into my sonnets. although on
plane than the material, of course.''
''What you need is something OF ik1|
to sell your sonnets. replied the edit
proprietor Of the Rlnkey Dink I'd
"Gad, if | had n fellow like that IA
of my advertising department! By
II do it. He can make his own term
do you suppose | can get in touch VII
feIlow?' he asked abruptly. Il
You might try police headouar!ssI
piled the Minor Poet. "Say,n bel
"couldn Z you use little writeup
scene in your paper7'
Sure, sure. Put it together u1'
it in, replied the editor as he dotaeh,|
self hurrIedly and iarted away in Tho
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1t was a month later. The Minor PN
beginning to wonder why he bad nDt
about that manuscript which he had n
" submitted. Another commission f1}
him from the office OF the monthly; tAe1
facturer Of a patent eyelet for Laced
had ordered set of incomplete limerfI
prize competition There was soma
in that kind of work!
The postmau knock interrupted bin
some preoccupation he opened bis
receive the regular daily sheaf OF a
those sonuets AMI stories which CANE
like the dove 10 the ark, bearing "a
branch in the form Of a neatly priutH
mOnial of literary merit
One of the envelopes which he Open
tanned his little description of the
dollar magnet, but with it, IN place
usual rejection slip, was scrap Oh
paper on which the following note
scribcd In the firm handwriting OF tss
and proprietor of the Rinky-Dink h''
Dear Bottsy: We secured the
of your street corner friend Tor w
dept, according to your suggestion. hs
was only $500 per, which was rsssor''
he landed contracts for about s2ooo
lected on them He succeeded Ia
two mortgages on the plant ana =
office furniture to a secondhand msa
Goldstein. That was the day he ieu
am camping in the office 70 prevsn'
stein from taking possession. fouf
about the lure of the unspoken S0'.
regular peach in literature, but son
couldn't make IL work in my bushes