Democratic Sentinel, Volume 9, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 July 1885 — “Catching a Guy on a Glib Fake.” [ARTICLE]

“Catching a Guy on a Glib Fake.”

Several seedy-looking men were standing about in an auction room on South Clark street. The auctioneer was rattling away in that glib monotone which grates so harshly upon the ears. These men were not looking' at the auctioneer’s wares, nor even paving attention to his rigmarole. They were gazing out of the door. Soon a countryman entered, and then a change came upon the scene. Every man began to look at the goods as if he were bent on purchasing. “What does this job pay you?” inquired a reporter of one of the seedy-looking stool-pigeons. “Nothin’ but our grub,” he said, sadly; “business ain’t what it used to be. I’ve seen the time when a man could get his grub, four beers a day, and a quarter to boot for standin’ round one o’ these shops all day. Now it’s nothin’ but a free lunch grab twice a day. Times is hard, stranger.” —Chicago Herald.