HE DIDN'T CATCH ON.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume V, Issue 44, 1 November 1890, Page 20

HE DIDN'T CATCH ON.

She was an uptown girl. He was a new clerk. ‘I want something nice,’ she said, ‘to give a gentleman. ‘ How would a necktie do ?’ he asked timidly with a furtive glance at the proprietor. In a word, he was anxious to please. ‘ Oh, Creorge has miles of them," she replied firmly. ‘ Handkerchiefs would not be inappropriate.’ he ventured. ‘ But everyone will give him handkerchiefs.’ ‘ Would a couple of dozen collars or cuffs do?’ he asked with undiminished politeness. ‘ No, I think not,’ she answered. ‘ How about some nice dress shirts ?’ * Oh, dear me, no !’ she replied, with an almost imperceptible blush. ‘ A scarfpin or braces ?’ he inquired with the air of one who is becoming desperate. ‘ No,’ doubtfully. * Well, there is nothing else that I can suggest but night robes,’ he muttered despairingly. ‘ Sir ? she answered, and whisked out. And the new salesman lost a customer just because he did not know intuitively that she wanted some nice silk socks and did not have the courage to ask for them.

Me Fussy : ‘ Why do you charge me a shilling for a hair cut when your sign says. “ First class hair cut, sixpence f” Barber: * Ah, but you see, sir, you have not the first class hair.’