Butler High School - Magnet Yearbook (Butler, PA)

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Chicago, Illinois Universal Importing Company April 12, 1934 7113 Wilson Street, New York, New York Gentlemen: In all my years of dealing with you, I always thought you to be prompt and, at least, honest. But now, now, what do I think? Four letters I write you and not one reply do I get. I warn you if on answer doesn't come in the return mail, I shall take legal action against you. Once more and for the last time, I ask you where are the hides for my hot dogs? Sincerely, I. Dew Bark, president Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street American Hot Dog Compony New York, New York 10 Frankfurter Avenue April 15, 1934 Chicago, Illinois Dear Mr. Bark: I regret very much that due to the carelessness of an employee, your former correspondence was not brought to my attention. May I assure you that such an occurrence will not take place again. The delay in delivery is not our fault. All our excellent sausage casings are, as you know, made from superior Chinese sheep. Our entire supply is purchased from the sheep-raising nomads of Turkestan. Due to the civil war in Turkestan, it has been impossible to get our supply. We have sent a personal representative over to investigate. In the meantime, we are sending you all the casings we have on hand—a half carload and will send the remainder of the contracted amount as soon as we can obtain it. Kindly be patient. Very truly yours, I. Tel Em, President American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois Universal Importing Company April 17, 1934 7113 Wilson Street, New York, New York Dear Mr. Em: What are you trying to do—ruin me? This is the last time you will ever get a contract from me. If I never saw one of your frankfurter casings again, it would be Page Thirty-one

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 Yes, but we don't know how good Harry is. He might be better thon we think he is. He moved here just a few weeks ago, you know, answered Helen resolutely. If he can beat Jack, I'll take back everything I ever said about him, stated Arthur. Oh, goodness! ejaculated Nancy suddenly. What's the matter? What if it should rain! But Tuesday dawned, a warm and beautiful day. Word had been passed around the class to be there early for a big event. It was not long in coming. When Jack challenged Harry, the whole class hung on his words, watching for the slightest hesitation in Harry's face. But he accepted calmly without a noticeable qualm. Astonishment and a momentary uneasiness were reflected in the faces of the four conspirators. They needn't have worried, though. Splash! went both boys into the water as the starter yelled Go! The race was to be a distance of about one hundred yards, from the old chestnut tree overhanging the water, around the bend to a black stump just this side of the shallows. With long, easy strokes Jack was on his way, while Harry's arms pumped up and down churning the water into foam. By the time Jack had reached the stump, Harry hadn't even rounded the bend, and it was minutes afterwards that he reached the stump, winded and spent. Everybody in the class had wanted to see Harry set down , but so humiliating was his defeat, that sympathy suddenly swung to his side. It was well known who was responsible for the race; Helen, Nancy, Art and Kenny met with accusing glances from all sides. You planned all this. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? said one of the girls indignantly. You ought to apologize to Harry; it's the least you can do. Murmurs of agreement arose from the boys and girls who had formed a circle around the four. All right, all right, agreed Kenny hastily to this speech and the angry glances around them. Well, here he comes now, said the accusing voice icily. The circle slowly opened and Kenny came forward to meet Harry, who had just come out of the bath house with his dripping suit in his hand. I say, old man— Kenny started, but Harry broke right in, Say, if that had been a diving contest, could I have showed him! I would have beaten him so badly he would have felt sick! The jaws of the spectators dropped, as looks of righteous indignation gave way to sheer astonishment. Some folks never will learn— , murmured a voice somewhere in the crowd, but nobody paid any attention. They just stood staring dumbly while Harry sauntered nonchalantly over to the lunch baskets and helped himself to the biggest sandwich he could find. Page Thirty

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too soon. But, what am I to do? Just when the American public gets hot dog conscious, when picnic season is once more in the air, I can't get any hides for my frankfurters. It's an outrage: You think you make a fool of me, but no! That half carload of pelts you sent me weren't Turkestan. They lacked that delicate Chinese tang. They were plain Wisconsin sheep. I want my Turkestan hot dog hides and I want them right away. No more fakes or when I'm finished with you, you'll look like the fool you're trying to make out of me. Angrily yours, I. Dew Bark, President Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street New York, New York April 19, 1934 American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois Dear Mr. Bark: From your recent letter, it is evident that you do not understand the situation. We are as anxious to get our casings out of China as you are to receive them. We have several hundred miles of frankfurter pelts stacked up at Tihua ready for shipment to Tientsin. The nearest railway point from Tihua is 1,700 miles away at Partow over an unimproved trail used only by camel caravans. Because of the civil strife in Turkestan the trail is most dangerous to traverse. No natives can be induced to even leave the city on account of the cruelty of the robbers who control all the trails. Our personal representative purchased five new American trucks in Tientsin and proposed to set out for Tihua. the Chinese government has absolutely refused to give him permission. On receipt of these facts, you will probably appreciate our predicament. We are doing all we can possibly do for your interests. We expect to find some way out of our difficulty almost immediately and to have your supply of cas.ngs at your disposal in two weeks. Hoping for the best, I. Tel Em, President American Hot Dog Company 10 Frankfurter Avenue Chicago, Illinois April 23, 1934 Universal Importing Company 7113 Wilson Street, New York, New York Dear Mr. Em: I have a big kind heart and feel very sorry for anybody in business trouble. There were tears in my eyes when I read your letter. I am sorry for you; I am sorrier for the hot dog picnic fans; but I am sorriest for myself. I have alreadv lost fifteen pounds from worriment and am losing $2,000 daily. I can't go on like this. Page Thirty-two