ng if I had State license to sell, I quickly "sized him up" and
said:

"No sir, I have no license to sell, but I have soap and fine tooth combs
for sale, and the Lord knows you need them more than you do a license."

He appeared considerably offended and displaying his star said:

"I demand your license, sir!"

"Do you understand the laws regarding your duty as an officer?"

"I think I do, sir."

"Then, sir, you know you have no right, under the law, to ask me for a
license. Your only course is to make inquiries of the Secretary of
State, and as that official is sitting right there on the porch, not
more than twenty feet from here, I'll refer you to him; but unless you
are prepared to pay damages don't you interrupt me again, for I want
you to distinctly understand that my license entitles me to the
privilege of doing all the talking there is done here to-night, and I
propose to do it. If you have anything to say, you must go outside the
corporation."

I resumed business immediately, when I heard the officer say (as he
passed out, amid the hisses and laughter of my audience):

"I'll see a lawyer about this."

The next day I interviewed the Governor and the State Secretary and
Treasurer, and was informed that there was a law requiring the payment
of fifteen dollars per annum for State license.

I prevailed upon them to allow me to pay the amount to them and receive
a receipt for it to show I had acted in good faith, and they were to
forward my license to me at Marquette.

The next night, just as I had gotten nicely started with my sale, the
same officer came up again and demanded my license, saying he had spent
some time with a good lawyer in looking up the law, and he knew it was
his duty to demand a license of me direct. I said:

"Well, if you'll jump up here and hand out these boxes of soap, so as
not to interfere with my sale, I'll go inside and get my license."

He agreed, and climbed into the cart, when I stepped back in the crowd
and began urging every one about me to patronize him as much as
possible, and explained to them that I intended to stay away and let him
worry it out till he got tired. He made several sales and then began to
look anxious and silly. I still kept in the background and he sent a boy
into the hotel to learn my whereabouts. The lad returned with the
information that I had not been there since I opened my sale.

After the crowd had laughed at him and the small boys had "guyed"