Yeatman High School - Yeatman Life Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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F A gg5gQg11..1,3...5....4:1:zsgx:.,z.:..1gi:1iii.L:p1if:..t.3,..1i33gqz.i4..r1'111fz:s.g:.gg:,':::sig ,.,. ., ,.,. . . . , 5.47,-I WA: ff 1 ' W Ly, ff if ' zif' 'po' ,f 'jg .E A9 , an Z A WORD FROM THE WISE AUGUST BUELTMANN I 1 AVE you ever sent to a company , i that offers to help you make money l . in your spare time? If you have,you will agree with me that some of the said companies should be prosecuted as base deceivers of the innocent public. If you haven't ventured in this Held of finance, read and take warning. The motto of these concerns seems to be that originated by the late P. T. Barnum, There's a suck- er born every minute. Let us first consider those firms which are supposed to aid the poor housewife wha can't, like the baby in the book, make both ends meet. The first supposed money- maker that comes to hand is the adver- tisement of a knitting company. The heading is: Mrs. Green with one of our ,knitters makes one thousand dollars in one year. Then follows a long biography, telling all about how she and her husband were unable to make both ends meet and were going from bad to worse until she read the advertisement in the paper and sent for a knitter. Now, she owns her home, a car, etc. Some woman sends the attached cou- pon to the company and receives a few days later a bulky package. Opening this, she finds first a bunch of testimonials tell- ing how Mrs. Worth knits with a child on one arm. Several others knit while doing their household work. One peculiar fea- ture is that no one in your own town ever works for the aforesaid company. Last of all, comes a slip of paper on which is print- ed Knitter No. 1-565.003 Knitter No. 2-3380.009 Knitter No. 3-39100.00 Be- fore this, nothing was said about buying the knitter. It is also to be noted that the companies require cash in advance. Then observe the price they pay for socks-one dollar and a half per dozen pairs. The Mrs. Green mentioned must have knitted Pug: Sixty-Six fifteen thousand nine hundred and eighty- four pairs of socks in one year or eighty- eight socks a day including Sundays. Im- possible! Enough of that. Now let us turn to the publishing companies which offer a com- mission to those getting subscriptions for their magazines. Forty cents is the high- est offer for a two-dollar-yearly subscrip- tion. I was sucker enough to bite for that. They sent me literature describing how several people made one hundred dollars per week, among them a college student. This filled me with enthusiasm, but I did not figure that at least the college student must have gotten two hundr'd and fi ty subscriptions per week or thirty-three a day. Well, I went out one day with a sample of the magazines, a receiptbook andasmile. I asked seventy-five people and received seventy-five-not subscriptions, but re- fusals, and that was not counting the many people who would not even answer the bell. I came home footsore and weary. Every sorrow, however, has its balm, so they say. I had heard the police band play at a funeral. This was an amusement and I met the cousin of one whom I ado-- admire a great deal. The next day I tried again and each time received that which was easy to get, a refusal. Then I quit. These companies do not leave even us authors alone. I have seen Hadsnoffering to let you make twenty-five dollars a week. You get that much, perhaps, if you take their course in short story writing, price, in advance, ten dollars. For a last example of financial disap- pointment come the puzzle pictures. Find all the words beginning with Ag one thou- sand dollars offered in prizes. If you buy three three-dollar pencils, or whatever else they're selling, and have the biggest list of