And 2 meal tickets.
He had been well coached as to his gait and, thrilled by the success he
was making, the old chap became an artist and limped worse.
Behind him was our friend Mulligan, pale, thin to emaciation. He looked
famished. It came from the possession of a tapeworm, as before stated.
To him Hendrik Rutgers had given this standard to bear:
They call us Sandwich-men because:
We don't know what a Square Meal is!
He was followed by the raggedest human being that Anthony Comstock ever
allowed to exhibit himself in public. On his boards the Fifth Avenue
crowd on this fair spring day saw this:
Do you thank God you are alive?
So do we!
And notice the DIFFERENCE!
The shabby-genteel man, ex-Republican, with steel-rimmed spectacles, who
now looked for all the world like a bookkeeper out of a job, had this: