If Ananias lived today and ran the corner store, he couldn't keep the
wolf away from his old creaking door. For men who spend their
hard-earned rocks won't patronize the man who must forever, when he
talks, make truth an also ran.
I bought a whole new suit of clothes from Bilks, across the street. He
said to me: "Such rags as those just simply can't be beat. They
ornament the clothier's trade, and eke the tailor's shears; they will
not shrink, they will not fade, they'll last a hundred years. Go
forth," said Bilks, "upon the street, in all your pomp and pride, and
every pretty girl you meet will wish she was your bride."
So I went forth in brave array, the city's one best bet. There was a
little shower that day, and I got slightly wet. And then the truth was
driven in that my new rags were punk. Alas, my friends, it was a sin
the way those trousers shrunk! The buttons from my waistcoat flew with
dull and sickening crack; my coat soon changed from brown to blue and
then split up the back.
Old Bilks gold-bricked me in that deal, but does his system pay? He'll
never get another wheel from me till Judgment Day. The kopeck that you
win by guile may swell your roll today, but in the clammy afterwhile it
melts that roll away.