The White Rose of MemphisFalkner, William C. (Clark)
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The White Rose of Memphis
Falkner, William C. (Clark)
Memphis (Tenn.) -- Fiction
“‘Take an inventory of these drugs, of course; ah, ha! my boy, take
stock, take stock; find out how the business stands. See how the
business stands; see what’s on hand, and mind that you don’t lose too
much time thinking about Lottie. Ah, ha! my boy, you see how it is
yourself, don’t you? Take stock, find out everything. How can a man
support a family without something to do it with? Ah, ha! my boy, tell
me how it can be done? Can’t tell? of course you can’t; neither can
I--impossible!--family can’t be supported on air, or gas--must have
bread--bread, of course. Well, how are you going to buy bread when you
have nothing to buy it with? Lottie must have bread--you know; therefore
go to work, take stock, take an inventory, then the business is half
yours; ah, ha! you see now, don’t you, Eddie, my boy? Full partner
signboard: Dodson & Demar, Druggists and physicians, etc., etc., etc.
Ah, ha! do you see, Eddie, my boy? Lottie’s a lady, you know; must have
nice clothes; must have bread; money buys bread, money buys clothes,
money buys nice home; where does the money come from? Drug-store, of
course--full partner. Ah, ha! Eddie, my boy, here we come, Dodson &
Demar; now go to work, fix things lively, let me see balance sheet with
nice figures; have everything done up in apple-pie order; think of
Lottie as much as you please, but mind you don’t take a dose of dog
poison by mistake. Do you know the reason why I like you, Eddie, my boy?
Ah, ha! of course you do; ’tis because you don’t play billiards. You
can’t play whist; you can’t play poker; you can’t play chess; you’re a
booby, that’s what you are, Eddie, my boy, ah, ha! therefore I like you.
I admire boobies, who can’t play billiards nor poker. I’m a booby
myself, you see, consequently I like ’em. Lottie likes boobies--that
accounts for her foolish love for you; she learned that from me; shows
her good sense. I told her that boobies were the best in the long run;
billiard players, poker players, chess players, perfumed pretty boys are
splendid fellows in a short race, but when it comes to long heats, they
are always left behind.’
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