BORROWERS
Mr. Tucker had unexpectedly come face to face with Mr. Cutting, from
whom he had frequently borrowed money.
"Er--aw--what was the denomination of the bill you loaned me?" he
asked nervously.
"Episcopalian, I guess," said Mr. Cutting. "At any rate, it keeps Lent
very well."
"There's a friend in the outer office waiting for you, sir."
"Here, James, take this $10 and keep it till I come back."
ED--"Have you forgotten you owe me five dollars?"
NED--"No, not yet. Give me time, and I will."
Jenkins was always trying to borrow money, and his friends had begun
to avoid him.
One morning he tackled an acquaintance in the street before the latter
had a chance to escape.
"I say, old man," began Jenkins, "I'm in a terrible fix. I want some
money badly, and I haven't the slightest idea where on earth I'm going
to get it from."
"Glad to hear it, my boy," returned the other promptly. "I was afraid
that you might have an idea you could borrow it from me."
One of the shrewd lairds of Lanarkshire had evidently experienced the
difficulties of collecting money lent to friends.
"Laird," a neighbor accosted him one morning, "I need twenty poonds.
If ye'll be guid enough to tak ma note, ye'll hae yere money back agin
in three months frae the day.
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