According to them he had been a lion hunter, a champion football and baseball player, an exceptional sprinter, and the greatest boxer of his age that the world had ever known. "You must have made yourself mighty solid with the _Banner_ man to get an ad. like that," remarked the clerk. "It's simply great." "I wish I hadn't succeeded in making myself quite so solid," groaned Al. The clerk stared at him, asking in surprise: "Don't you like the notice?" "Hardly." "What's the matter with it?" "I'm not here to advertise myself but the New York Comedy Company." "You're the first advance agent I ever saw who wasn't trying to advertise himself at the expense, if necessary, of his show." "That isn't my way of doing business." "Well, this article will boom the show, and don't you forget it. But if you don't like the headlines what will you think of the interview?" Al sank into a chair and began a hasty perusal of the article. He was dismayed at the reporter's audacity; the information he had given the man had been so altered and distorted that he could only dimly recognize himself in the hero of the newspaper man's weird fancy. The interview was in the highest degree complimentary--at least from its writer's standpoint; it was evident that the reporter had written it in a friendly spirit, and with the intention of giving its subject a good "send off." The portion that referred to his sister annoyed Al the most. It was near the end of the two-column article, and read as follows: