H. R.

Hendrik Rutgers turned like a flash to the cashier and said, sharply: “Didn’t you hear? Get out!”

“You!” shouted Mr. George G. Goodchild.

“Who? Me?” Hendrik’s incredulity was abysmal.

“Yes! You!” And the president, dangerously flushed, advanced threateningly toward the insolent beast.

“What?” exclaimed Hendrik Rutgers, skeptically. “Do you mean to tell me you really are the jackass your wife thinks you?”