A real estate agent was offered fifty dollars, less two and a half
percent discount for cash, for an option on a piece of property. Being
a poor mathematician and wishing to conceal his ignorance of arithmetic
from his customer, he excused himself for a minute and sought his new
stenographer.
“Good morning, Miss Brown,” he said in his most expansive smile.
“Delightful weather we’re having, ain’t it? Now, tell me, if I were to
give you fifty dollars, less two and a half percent discount for cash,
how much would you take off?”
Instead of figuring it out, the young lady promptly put on her hat and
coat and went home, saying she had been insulted. Darned if we can see
what there was to get insulted over. If she couldn’t figure it out, why
didn’t she say so and let it go at that.
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A Pullman porter has just compiled a book on Berth Control.
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