The Only Way.
He was down and out, down and out —aye, and desperate. As he moved mechanically along the silent street he fingered the x-evolver that lay in his pocket. It was the only thing left. A reckless smile played across his haggard face at the thought of what he was about to do. It was the easiest, the only, way out.
Grimly he drew the weapon from his pocket, passed it across the pawnshop counter and collected 3/6 on it.
When Mrs. Epstein became a widow, she inherited a hanking account. Unable to write, she always signed her cheques with an X. One day, however, the cashier was surprised to receive a cheque from her signed with a circle. He called her attention to it. “Why, haven’t you heard?” she asked. “I was married last week and my name was changed."
Brown: “I’m very proud of that horse. He lost only one race the whole of the season.” Jones: “You don’t say so! How many times was he entered?” Brown (reluctantly): “Once."
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Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3483, 23 August 1937, Page 7
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174The Only Way. Cromwell Argus, Volume LXVIII, Issue 3483, 23 August 1937, Page 7
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