_is_ a smart feller, all right. What?" And he gave an _Evening
Journal_ to Caspar Weinpusslacher, wherein he read this:

SANDWICH PARADE

PATHETIC PROTEST AGAINST INDUSTRIAL SLAVERY

PAUPERS WHO WILL NEITHER STEAL NOR BEG FORCED BY SOCIETY TO STARVE

SANDWICH WAGES, TWO CENTS AN HOUR

MEN ABOUT TO DIE SALUTE NEW YORK

The Sandwich-men's Union will hold their annual meeting at
Weinpusslacher's Colossal Restaurant.

They have been saving up for this, their one square meal this
year.

They are paid from twenty to forty cents a day and walk from
fifteen to thirty miles in the ten hours.

Did you know that twice in the Old and five times in the New
Testament mention is made of the sandwich-men?

Do you know why Catholic Spain and anti-Semitic Russia alike
permit no sandwich-men to ply their time-honored occupation
within their confines?

There the article abruptly ended.

"Weinie," said Max, exultingly, "this makes you. Be very nice to Mr.
Rutgers. You'll have to pay him thousands of dollars--"

"Then, you vas in league mit him?"

"No. But he's a genius!"

"I thought he was German," said C. Weinpusslacher, controversially.

"Get busy, Weinie. The crowd will be here in a minute. And don't ask Mr.
Rutgers to pay for his dinner."

"Why not?" growled Weinie. He was on his way to a sure million. That
made the growl natural.

"What is thirty dollars for their dinner to thirty thousand dollars
worth of free advertising?"

"Thirty dollars," observed C. Weinpusslacher, thriftily, "is _thirty
dollars_!"

"Bah!"

"I tell you, it is, mister." C. Weinpusslacher frowned pugnaciously.

But Onthemaker knew his man. So he said: "I'll get Meyer Rabinowitz to
give us an option on the property to-night before he reads the
newspapers. As Rutgers said, once your place is a success, you'll have
to pay any price the landlord wants. Meyer's got you! I can hear your
squeals of agony already!"

Max shook his head so gloomily that C. Weinpusslacher actually began to
tremble with joy. The thought of making money did not move him. The
thought of losing the money he had not made, did. Oh yes; born
money-makers!

By the time H. Rutgers arrived at the Colossal Restaurant Caspar
Weinpusslacher, Esq., and the Hon. Maximilian Onthemaker had constituted
themselves into a highly enthusiastic reception committee, for the crowd
that came with H. Rutgers filled the street so t