Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-03-20
AN EXTREMELY
PARTICULAR
MAN

The woman with the striped WOOL
en- shawl tied round her chin took
from her mouth the last sample of
calico she had been chewing and
carefully inspected 1t to see If the
color had run, says the Chicago
News. 1t had not, but she was not
entirely satisfied.
"Pm In no rush." she observed to
the storekeeper. IT reckon I'll look
around for a spell afore l settle on
1t. l may git better suited"
The woman went, nevertheless.
"She's like Clay Hulbut," remark
ed Washington Hancock" Clay was
one of them fellors allus wanted to
look around fer spell afore he gave
up any of his good money. 1 reck-
on Clay never bought thing or
made a trade the first time of ask
in in his hull born days. He had
an idea he'd git better suited some
where else whatever 1t was he dick
cred for"
Seems to me like hoss sense not
to Jump at the first thin ats offer
ed" said Sol Baker.
That's what Clay said when Sile
Peters offered him 50 for $1.75,"
said Hancock. "Sile had bet up
on it. Clay come into the bank to
see If he couldn't git chattel mort
gage blank for less'n five cents, which
was what the recorder wanted to
charge him, an Sile told him that
he couldn't let any go at less'n Is
cents or two for a quarter. I've
got some 50 bills here that I'll let
you have cheap, though, Clay he
says. They're a leetle might wore
an I've more O. them in stock than
l need. If you'd like to take about
81 of 'em off my hands, you can
have 'em for $3.50. An he hand
ed out a bunch with a paper band
pasted around them.
Seems like that's reasonable
enough says Clay. after studyin'
awhile. Tell ye, though, there
amt no hurryin' rush about this. I'll
go over to the Drovers' bank an see
what Keating Is offerin' 'em for. If
he can't make better figger I'll
come back and take these. You
keep 'em to one side fur me-
Then he went over to Keating
an asst him what he was selling So
bills for in lots o SO. That's the
honest truth"
IF Keating was alive now, he'd
bear me out" said Hancock. You
can write to Sile Peters If you like,
an ast him If 1t wasn't so. He's in
st. Joe now, If he hasn't moved
away since last heard of him.
Il remember standin' behind Clay
at the ticket sellers stand cne time
when the circus came to town. How
are you a-sellin' tickets today?' says
Clay.
Two bits gen'ral admission an
reserved seats SO cents says the
feller. How many do you want
That the best you can do?' says
Clay.
Bein' it's you, I'll make 1t half
dollar fur reserved seats an 25
cents general admission says the
feller, winkin' at me.
Well says Clay, putin up his
weasel, 1 reckon I'll look around a
spell fust.
That's all right maintained
Baker. "Of course there's such a
thing as pushin' it to fur, but sup
pasin' Rufe, here, bought his goods
from the fust drummer at come
along 'thout inquirin' round to see
what the others was a-sellin' an
what they charged If you want to
buy cow, you'd look around a spell,
too, wouldn't you?"
Not If you come to me an told
me the COW you'd got was kind an
gentle an young an a good mixer
an worth the money you asst fer
her" replied Hancock blandly. "Clay
would come to town after groceries
an put in the hull day lookin'
around an then go home thout so
much as fillin' his m'lasses jug. He
put off buyin his seed p'taters till
II was too late to plant EN-. even II
there'd been any left to plant. Most
centrally he'd pay two prices for
what he could have bought at hall
price If he had the gumption to snap
| at bargain.
He was over 80 years old afore
he got married, he was so blame per-
nickety an partickler about tn
kind O. gal he wanted. He'd GO
around and set up with fust one an
then another an figger on wha,
kind O. women they was likely tc
be an how much money they had
an how good lookin' they was, an
then he'd drive over to Tarkia an
see what they had there. but he
couldn't never make up his mind an
the further he got in the woods the
crookeder the sticks was until fin'ly
there wasn't nobody left but Levy
Bostick's gal Belle.
Il reckon Belle Bostick was about
the homeliest critter that was evel
raised on corn pone. She'd beer
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