The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1920-10-15

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expectin' to nick me for. It's tomor-
row you need him, amt it, Topper
AT 2.S0 P. NJ" says Upper, "but
I shall want him in my Office by HOO
A. NJ, at least.'
He'll be there" says /, eff have
to tow him at the end of dog chain
And about the costume? How deep
do you want to splurge on that?"
go as far as you like, Shorty"
says he. "Just moment. There!
My check for couple of hundred, and
if you need more charge it to me. 1
hope you can get him to look the part"
"Tll do my BEST" says I.
TIT kind of an interestin' job, too,
takin' a seedy specimen like Bill Hill
on, who's been knockin' around cheap
odgin houses and loafn' on park
enches for months, and in few hours
doing the presto change act with 'em.
But it's amazin' what a difference
there was in Bill after had him run
through turkish bath and BARRIERS
chair Then hustles him to the best
ready made clothing store in town
and has 'em trot out their medium
stouts. That's where Bill shows his
first signs of enthusiasm. He was all
for pickin' out something sporty in
shepherd plaid with three-color silk
shirts in wide stripes and a polka dot
tie.
Nothing doing, Bill" says I. "May-
be you can blow yourself to a bookie
outfit later on, but for this scene you
got to show up a solid business man.
Let's see that quiet gray suit there
and a plain black and white shirt to
match"
And say, when I've added a narrow
black four-in-hand and pair of gray
gloves and hung some gold trimmed
glasses around his neck with a black
string l was almost proud to walk
down the street with him. Honest,
had all / could do to call him Mr.
Hilton. I'll bet he could have walked
into any hotel on Broadway and
cashed check for five hundred. Why,
even busy traffic cops stopped to touch
their caps to him and every taxi
driver we passed held up a coaxin'
finger.
81 you've got native New Workers.
buffaloed, Bill" says l what will you
do to that Detroit bunch? Say, it's
all over but signin' on the dotted line.
Say how do you feel, eh?"
empty" says Bill. Couldn't we
drift into hashery while threw in
some ham and eggs and hunk of
pie "
Certainly mott" says I, shocked.
Ham and eggs! What low tastes.
It's you for the Plutoria grill, Will
liam Hilton, Esq, and an order of
sweetbreads a la financier, with may
be an alligator pear salad on the side
and French pastry to follow. Come
along. And for the love of Mike keep
these big paws of yours out of your
pockets"
From then until $50 P. M. 1 re-
hearsed Bill for his part, until he
complains that his neck is gettin' stiff
from holdin' his chin on his collar and
he claims he's tuckered out. So
lands him in a $12 room and bath and
leaves an 8.15 call order at the desk.
Just to make sure that he don't
wander out to park bench again
goes around and collects Bill early
next mornin' and delivers him at Mr..
Tupper's downtown offices.
Bill was pretty nervous over it, and
leaked lot around the forehead while
they were asking him few simple
questions Said he was all in when
it was over and / had to send him off
to rest up But 1 think with little
practice he'll get used to it. hope
so, for l have in mind giving him a
Small Interest III IH0 UuSlHoSS anu
making him vice-president. Then he
can send for his family and settle
down here like a regular person. He
would really be big asset to me, you
know"
"Huh!" thinks l. There's stroke
of luck for you. From bum to broker,
all on chance break. Well. WE'LL"
1t must have seemed to Bill a coed
deal as if some fairy had waved
wand over him. didn't get any direct
reports myself, but Upper gives me
bulletins now and then. He says Bill
shows up regular every day for two
or three hours, until he gets restless,
and that he thinks Bill is getting
line on the business. Not fast, but
gradually. Anyway he hopes so, for
he's preparin' to spring him as vice
president on another crowd very soon.