All his life Mark Twain was an inveterate smoker, and one of the
most leisurely men in the world. An old pressman, who was once
printer’s devil in an office where Mark was editorial writer,
tells this anecdote of his habits of work. “One of my duties was
to sweep the room where editors worked. Every day Mark would
give me a nickel to get away from him. He would rather die in
the dust than uncross his legs. One day he gave me a nickel to
dot an ‘i’ in his copy for him. He certainly did enjoy life,
that man did.”--New York _Evening Post_.
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