I am generally a particular man, believing in the motto "A place for
everything and everything in its place."
The boss carpenter annoyed me.
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He seemed very careless--why, he would leave his tools just where he
dropped them, and it took me half an hour every evening going around
collecting the same.
Finally, I thought to reprove him gently.
"My friend, suppose some one should drop in here and get away with some
of the valuable tools you let lie around. It would be a serious loss."
"Don't lose any sleep about it, my friend," he said, "all those things
will be found in your bill."
Why, would you believe it, that same carpenter used to bring his dog
around with him and charged me for his meals. That dog got so fat no
sausage-maker could pass him by without a sigh.
I heard of a meditative kind of terrier that got grabbed up by a
sausage-man the other day.
"Well," moaned the dog, as the net fell over him, "of all the unlucky
dogs, I guess I'm the worst yet."
"No," chuckled the sausage-man, "you are not the wurst yet, but you
pretty soon will be!"
Well, talking about sausages has made me hungry, so we'll call it off
till we meet again.
No bouquets, please!
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Transcriber's Notes:
A few missing periods have been restored.
Non-standard spellings (e.g. embarassing) have been retained from the
original.