“You see that bundle of printed stuff in the corner, Billy? That’s gold
mining stock. I started out one day to sell that, but I quit it in two
hours. Why? Got arrested for blocking the street. People fought to buy
it. I sold the policeman a block of it on the way to the station-house,
and then I took it off the market. I don’t want people to give me their
money. I want some little consideration connected with the transaction
to keep my pride from being hurt. I want ’em to guess the missing letter
in Chic—go, or draw to a pair of nines before they pay me a cent of money.
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