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A Good Word For The Drummer

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Parent Issue
Day
28
Month
May
Year
1880
Copyright
Public Domain
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What would I do with "the boys?" How often they have been ray friends. I o to a new town. I don't know one hotel f'rora another. I don't koow where to go. The man with the samples gets off at the same station. I follow him without a woid or a tremor. He calis to the 'bus driver by name and orders him to "get out of this now," as soon as we are seated. And when I follow him I am inevitably certatn to go to the best house there is in the place. 11e shouts at the clerk by name, and fires a joke at the landlord as we go in. He looks over my shoulder as I register after him, and hands me his card with a shout of recognition. He peeps at the register again and watches the clefk assign me to ninety-eight. " Ninety nothing," he shouts, "who's in fifteen?" The clerk says he is saving fifteeo for Judge Dryasdust. "Well, he be blowed," says my cheery friend, "give him the attic and put this gentlemaD in fifteen." And if the clerk hesitatos, he seizes the pen and gives me fiiteen himself, and then he calis the porter, orders him to carry up my baggage and put a fire in fifteen, and then in the mie breath adds : " What time will you be down to supper, Mr. Burdette?" And he waits for me, and, secing that I am a stranger in the town, he sees that I am cared for, and that the wakers do not neglect me ; he tells me about the town, the peoplc, and the business. He is breezy, cheery, sociable, full of new stories, always good naturcd ; he frisks with ciars and overflow with " thousand-mile tickets ; " he koows all the best rooms in all the best hotels ; and always has a key for the car-seats, and turns a seat for himself and his friends without troubling the brakeman, but he will ride on the woodboz or stand outside to accommodate a lady, or he will give his seat to an old man. I know him pretty well. For three years I have been traveling with him, from Colorado to Maine, and I have seen the worst and the best of him, and I know the best far outweighs the worst. I could hardly get along without him, and 1 am

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Old News
Ann Arbor Courier
Prose