The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1915-01-18
DIMES WITH
NewsbOy Nhisked on the Street IA
Break 13 Jinx at Bank
ers' Banquet.

Minneapolis Journal: Harold Sc
gal, IL years old, his unsold papers
under his arm, his teeth a-chatter.
looked out from a sheltering corner
at Hennepin avenu and Sixth street
last night and faced a dignifed look
ing man in a fur coat. who bowed
and said.
My boy, will you not come and
dine with me-"
The wind that wound around the
Lumber Exchange beat back his
words of wonderment, but the lads
eyes spoke acceptance. Hurriediy
walked the man and Harold trotted
at his side and soon they passed into
a wonderland where music swelled
and glasses clinked. and men and
women "all dressed up" as Harold
expressed IL. sat at tables. and trays
filled with apetizing food were car
ried past by smiling servitors. Down
a big long room they went. clear 10
the end. II was a Fifth street cafe
that Harold often had passed. but
never before had entered
Around a table sat a company of
! men.
What is your name" asked the
man who had invited him and Harold
told him.
Master Segal. l want you 10 meet
Mr.. John S. Tucker. president Of the
Minnehaha State bank" the man
said and Harold blushed and scratch
ed his feet on the floor and dropped
his eyes. A hearty handshake reas-
sured him. Then he was introduced
i'm all formality to j. W. G. Anderson,
cashier of the State bank of Shelly,
Mimi; c. A. Adams. cashier of the
First National. Lansford, ". D.; II.
G. Miller, cashier Of the First State
bank. Ryder, n. D.; 5. VI. Miller,
cashier of the First State bank, Ben
edict, y. d.; II. o. Paulson. cashier
of the Farmers State bank, Drake.
n. D.; O. l.. Gulbro, cashier of the
Millers and Traders State bank,
Minneapolis. and Alex Bear. assist
ant cashier of the same bank; G. w.
LaLone and F. G.. Norton. cashier
and assistant cashier of the Minneha-
ha State bank; j. Roserschweig, a
merchant of Benedict, n. D.. and
last of all to Benjamin Bear. a Deco
rah. Ia. capitalist with business IN
~terests in the northwest. who was
giving the party.
All the while Harold wondered
who the man was that took him off
the corner and was introducing him.
But today, in the after recollection of
| a glorious time, he said he knew him.
He was II. A. Willoughby. and !
think he owns the First National
bank down in the big new building. ;"
Harold said.
Never was there a lad who bore
himself so well under such unexpeet-
ed circumstances. for promptly Har-
old asked to be excused so he could
wash his face and hands. When he
came back his hair was parted
straight as a die and his face shone.
Then came the walters, lifting sill
yer covers off steaming dishes, anc
one leaned over tO take Harold's
order.
Some roast meat and some of
those long buns and some olives and
celery and a chocolate nut sundae
and a glass of milk"
His breath gave out.
do you have to pick it all out at
once" he asked appealingly, but the
waiter assured him that he need not
and that if he thought of anything
more later he could have it.
"At first they were all talking to
me-" Harold said. but after a while
they didn't talk to me any more and
/ was glad because / was hungry and
j ate a whole lot. Then they were all
talking to themselves and all togeth-
er, about bonds, and mortgages, and
money, and all that kind of stuff. !
didn't understand it and so / just
kept still and laid into that dinner.
After a while a big fat man
smiled at me and asked me If | went
to school, and | told him yes, | go
to the Harrison school, and he said
maybe they were keeping me out late
and | could be excused any time
wanted to. But | kept on eating
for a while yet.
After a while | got up and they all
shook hands with me and said they
hoped we would meet again and a lot
of nice things to me. | never knew
what ii was all about and / was
afraid to ask. The finger bowl kind
of mixed me up, but | watched what
the fat man did and then / put my
fingers in just like him and wiped
them on the napkin.
When l was going out | got onto
what it was about and / heard the
fat man say to Mr.. Willoughby, who,
| think, owns the First National bank
| heard him say:
You fixed it fine, Willoughby.
because my wife is superstitious. and
IL she knew i ate at a table with Is
she would be scared to DEATH"