The dialog below indicates a good way of practising the Pauline
injunction in Phil. 2:4:
“Here, boy, let me have a paper.” “Can’t.” “Why not? I heard you
crying them loud enough to be heard at the city hall.” “Yes,
but that was down t’other block, ye know, where I hollered.”
“What does that matter? Come, now, no fooling; I’m in a hurry.”
“Couldn’t sell you a paper on this here block, mister, ’cause it
b’longs to Limpy. He’s just up at the furdest end now. You’ll
meet him.” “And who is Limpy? And why does he have this block?”
“Cos us other kids agreed to let him have it. Ye see, it’s a
good run, ’count of the offices all along, and the poor chap is
that lame he can’t git around lively like the rest of us, so we
agreed that the first one caught sellin’ on his beat should be
thrashed. See?” “Yes, I see. You have a sort of brotherhood
among yourselves?” “Well, we’re goin’ to look out for a little
cove what’s lame, anyhow.” “There comes Limpy now. He’s a
fortunate boy to have such friends.” The gentleman bought two
papers of him, and went on his way down town, wondering how many
men in business would refuse to sell their wares in order to
give a weak, halting brother a chance in the field. (Text.)
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