South Park High School - Spindletop Yearbook (Beaumont, TX)

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ASK YOUR GROCER FOR Butter-Nui Bread PHDNE lI0 PUREST AND CLEANEST 'MADE BY' BEAUMUNT and PUBT Beaumont ' Bakery Company A R T H U R ee ee Eat ai FulIer's

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D. l-IICKS' BUCK STGRE lron Safes, Safe Cabinets Blank Books, Loose Leaf Books, Wood ancl Steel Filing Cabinets Office ancl School Supplies and Engineers' Supplies 601-603 Pearl Street Both Phones 955 BEAUMONT, TEXAS

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W hat it Were Really True? The following conversation took place between two prom- inent business men of this city. They came into a down town cigar stand for the purpose of buying some cigars: Yes, I want some cigars, some of the new kind, I have a friend who got some here and l want some like them, if possible. The clerk, a small, timid looking little man with a black mustache, asked what kind he wished, very politely. I don't know the kind, said the customer, Hbut I want a cigar without a band, as I wish a quiet smoke, a light brown cigar will do. Look, Smith, do you think this one is becom- in ? he asked as he took the cigar the clerk offered. 'AI can't say that I do. l have never admired you in just that shade of brown, besides I don't think your wife would like it, answered his friend. Well, let me see some more, please, he said to the timid little clerk. This time the clerk took a long, dark one from a box. A This is something new, he told the customers. We have only a few and they are being used quite a great deal this year. What is the price? asked the customer. Two for five cents, the clerk answered. Why don't you raise the price so respectable folks can be seen smoking them? No, I will not take that one. The little clerk was beginning to look worried, but not so with the two customers. They seemed to have plenty of time, and besides, wasn't the clerk paid to wait upon them? Smith, do you think this would look well with my dness suit? No, answered the other man. lt is too short, gives you a 'dumpy' appearance. You need a longer cigar, anyway that is old style, in fact they were used last year. All this time the clerk was upon a step ladder piling down cigar boxes. Perhaps you would like a Scribner? queried the clerk. - No indeed, I have not smoked that kind in years, they are too strong for me I guess. My wife told me they were the most unbecoming cigars I ever smoked, so I have cut them out al- tcgether now. The clerk was hunting cigars and quite often he would take out his handkerchief and wipe his forehead. He took a cigar, nearly black in color, and handed it to the man. The gentle- men handled it gingerly, put it in his mouth, then walked over and surveyed himself in the mirror, after which he turned around and announced that it was too dark. Well, let's go somewhere else, suggested his friend, you know you said you didn't expect to find anything you wanted here. So the two men, picking up their gloves, passed through the door. The clerk glanced at the two men, going down the sidewalk, then at the cigar boxes piled high, and gently, very gently, sank down behind the counter. That is all. What if our business men did as their wives- spend half the morning wrangling over a cigar as their wives do over a piece of silk, then probably leave the Store empty- handed? , E. P. Page 66