Occasionally great wealth publishes itself in an unbecoming and
distasteful manner, as the following suggests:
The son of the New York millionaire, John W. Gates, dislikes to
have bills of such small denomination as $100 littering up his
pockets, says the Philadelphia _Press_.
The last time Mr. and Mrs. Gates came to this city in their
automobile they stopt at the Bellevue-Stratford. When he asked
for his bill he found it amounted to a paltry $70. Opening a
huge wallet, he handed out a thousand-dollar note. This was
fondly laid away and the cashier began to count hundred-dollar
bills in change.
“My word,” said Mr. Gates, dropping into the vernacular of the
metropolis, “I can’t carry that truck around with me. Send my
bill to New York and I will mail you a check.”
Calling hundred-dollar bills “truck” was more than the porters
who heard it could stand. If they had not been so well trained
they would have forgotten to carry Mr. Gates’ dress-suit case
out to his automobile.
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