BORROWERS
A well-known but broken-down Detroit newspaper man, who had been a power
in his day, approached an old friend the other day in the Pontchartrain
Hotel and said:
"What do you think? I have just received the prize insult of my life. A
paper down in Muncie, Ind., offered me a job."
"Do you call that an insult?"
"Not the job, but the salary. They offered me twelve dollars a week."<
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"Well," said the friend, "twelve dollars a week is better than nothing."
"Twelve a week--thunder!" exclaimed the old scribe. "I can borrow more
than that right here in Detroit."--_Detroit Free Press_.
One winter morning Henry Clay, finding himself in need of money, went to
the Riggs Bank and asked for the loan of $250 on his personal note. He
was told that while his credit was perfectly good, it was the inflexible
rule of the bank to require an indorser. The great statesman hunted up
Daniel Webster and asked him to indorse the note.
"With pleasure," said Webster. "But I need some money myself. Why not
make your note for five hundred, and you and I will split it?"
This they did. And to-day the note is in the Riggs Bank--unpaid.