The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-02-07
" Who's Shy?" and 81
Pass" Examples of Ex-
pressions Dear to the
Lovers of the Great
Pastime

chants and Manufacturers Bank, over
the signature of President Frazier,
guaranteed the security of every dol
| lar! Either the company was COM
pleted the money invested in positive
profit bearing real estate and the speed
| way built, or else the money was to be
returned at the end of six months by
the Merchants and Manufacturers
| Bank plus per cent. interest And the
stock could be bought at the bank! II
was like a savings account, with beau
tiful big gamble attached Everything
| to gain and nothing to lose!
President Frazier looked up in surprise
at the man who came in with Sam Ar
| mold. He was broad jawed, mottle
| faced old freshman who for years had
been the forlorn leader of the distressed
and dlscredlted minority party, but in
whom the years of disappointment had
| left no bitterness. Hope sprang anew
in him every spring and fall.
Good morning, Tim" said Frazier
with scant cordially, and he looked
wonderingly at Sam.
| Morning, Governor" husked Tim
| Cassidy, and sat down difiidently In the
chair furthest from the desk. where he
ran his stubby fingers through and
through the fringe OF crisp curly gray
hair at the back Of his neck.
| What can do for you, SAM" asked
Frazier. polishing his spectacles and
smiling his puckered smile. II Sam had
done nothing else he had brought to the
bank a host of small investors, most
of whom would remain as depositors.
Hand me bouquet and my share Of
the profits" and Sans red hair seemed
-. g,,g h. Toll
his hat on the desk. The freckes on his
nose were unusually in evidence to-day.
81 want you to agree to vote me, at the
first stockholders meeting of the
Speedway Improvement Company. 10
per cent. of the stock for my services in
| promotion"
Old Tim Cassidy nodded his head and
smiled admlringly at Sam while Presi-
dent Frazier put on his spectacles.
II don't see what l have to do with
it," he said.
"You will have" rejoined Sam. I'm
ready for you to come into the COM
pany now. With your name at the
head of the list for a hundred thou
sand dollars worth of stock you and /
can close the balance Of the subscrip-
ton in two days"
Frazier turned grave. The wrinkles
in his lips puckered forward. but his
tone was not unkindly as he swung
squarely in has swivel chair toward
young Arnold. I'm sorry to see you
take this thing so seriously. Sam.
You've been advertising a month, and
you've sold something less than a hun
bred ard fifty thousand dollars worth
of stock. There is still seven hundred
and fifty thousand to place besides
yours. And you won't complete your
subscription list! The stock purchases
have been dropping off during the last
week. and ! think you've sold all you
!, can"
The banker was surprised that this
report did not seem to discourage Sam
in the least. Instead, the young man
beamed. and in his smile was the hearty
cooperation of his white teeth, his blue
eyes, his orange freckles and his red
hair.
i've passed out all the stock the
small investors are to get" stated the
promoter II only set aside a hundred
and fifty thousand for them. Frazier,
you once said that If I got the City
Council TO pass the speedway appro-
priation ordinances you'd help me or
ganize this company"
Yes" admitted Frazier. I'D see a
splendid investment in It. But the
City Council won't pass the ordinances.
I've talked with them They're not
mised by this enthusiasm. They are
solid. conservative, honest citizens.
which is why they are reelected every
year. They've run this city cheaper
than any city of its size in the United
States. and rhere is positively no chance
that they would spoil that record by
committing a five million dollar ex-
travaganCe."
Sam glanced at the pleased express
sion on the face of old Tim Cassidy.
"How many investors are represented
in your sale of the speedway stock?" he
asked of Frazier.
"a raft of them" answered the
banker, and consulted memorandum
card in his daily file. Between four
and five thousand"
us that enough, Tim?"
God bless you, boy, it's a-plenty!"
and old Tim beamed on the young red
head. Every mothers son that owns
a share of that stock will vote for the
candidates that's pledged to build the
speedway; them and all their fathers
and their sons and their cousins and
their uncles and their pals. What do
you think of me slate, Mr. Frazier?"
and hitching his chair forward, old
Tim displayed a list of names, sCrawled
on crumpled ana solled legal en-
velope They're good men, every one!"
The puck red smile came on Frazier's
lips and every tiny wrinkle on his face
seemed to puncture him at both ends.
sam" he observed as he reached
for the subscription list, 'you have
every qualification for a crook-eXcept
dishonesty"
The newborn Winburg lay swathed
in a mantle of white, even to the fieecily
tufted branches Of her tall old elms and
oaks.
The only spots Of color in all the
landscape were the flaming red hair
whch waved around the face of Ruth
Arnold beneath her saucy little bonnet
and the flaming red hair of Sam Arnold
where it cleaned below MS cap. They
stood on the back porch looking stead
lily down toward the city.
Presently there came a new spot OF
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