I SAW a telegram handed a two hundred pound man at a desk. And the little scrap of paper charged the air like a set of crystals in a chemistâ€™s tube to a whispering pinch of salt. Cross my heart, the two hundred pound man had just cracked a joke about a new hat he got his wife, when the messenger boy slipped in and asked him to sign. He gave the boy a nickel, tore the envelope and read. Then he yelled â€œGood God,â€ jumped for his hat and raincoat, ran for the elevator and took a taxi to a railroad depot.
As I say, it was like a set of crystals in a chemistâ€™s tube and a whispering pinch of salt. I wonder what Diogenes who lived in a tub in the sun would have commented on the affair. I know a shoemaker who works in a cellar slamming half-soles onto shoes, and when I told him, he said: â€œI pay my bills, I love my wife, and I am not afraid of anybody.â€