One funny incident occurred. Mrs. Robinson, whom everybody swore was the original woman with the serpent's tongue--she could never see good in anything or anybody--came into the store in high indignation, saying that her little boy, Wallace, had, without her permission, collected her four mail-order catalogs and had turned them into the store for coupons, and she demanded that I give the catalogs back. I explained to her that I didn't know which catalogs were hers. She replied that I had catalogs from all the mail-order concerns, and I must give her one of this and one of that and one of another, or otherwise she would make trouble for me! I had had so many people talking big to me lately that I was getting up a fighting spirit. I turned around to her and said: "I'm sorry I can't comply with your request. If you have anything else to say, please say it. If not, good-by!" Gee whiz! what that woman did say! Anyway, she left the store after a while, and didn't get her catalogs. She had never spent a penny with me, and never would. She was a relation of Stigler's, and I had a "hunch" that he had put her up to it. Stigler had been telling all around town that I was afraid of mail-order competition because my prices were higher, and that that was why I was collecting the catalogs. He said he didn't care how many catalogs people had, he could hold his own with competition. I met Barlow one lunch time and he came over and put his hand on my shoulder, saying: "You put the cat among the pigeons this time, didn't you?" "Why?" I replied. "Well, everybody is talking about your buying up mail-order catalogs." "I am not buying them up." "Same thing," he grinned. "You are surely getting a lot of publicity from it, though. Some people think it's a mighty clever trick, others think it's a mean trick, some others think you are scared. Well, they are talking about you, at any rate. Good luck to you! Go carefully, however." Well, we had mail-order catalogs stacked up in every corner. I arranged with a junkman to buy them at quite a fair price, and, to my utter surprise, I got enough money from the sale of those catalogs to pay for the cost of the machine and a little bit over towards the advertising! I was mighty glad I had arranged with the furniture store to display the machine, for Martin, the proprietor, said he had crowds of people looking at it. There was a sign on it saying, "This machine will be given free by Dawson Black to the person drawing the winning coupon in the mail-order catalog contest." Stigler said that the whole thing was illegal, and came under the gambling law, but nothing was done about it, and I knew that, if it was illegal, Stigler would have found some way of getting at me on it. One thing was sure--the town did not have many mail-order catalogs in it after the contest. I had a big bunch of valuable advertising from it--at least, I thought it was valuable.