turday Night to another and keep out of the
Way of the Cars and possibly extract some Joy from this Life in his
own Simple Rube Fashion.

But every time he turned around, Friend was right there to tell him
what to do.

Friend was somewhat of a Shell-Fish in the regulation of his own
Private Affairs, but he knew just how to manage for some one else.

So he used to tell the Victim where to have his clothes made, and he
would pick out his Shirt Patterns for him and tell him how often he
needed a Drink, and in other ways relieve him of all Responsibilities.

[Illustration: _The True Friend._]

If the poor Mark wanted to remain in his Room and read something
by William Dean Howells, the Friend would compel him to put on his
Low-Front and go out to a War-Dance and meet a Bunch of Kioodles who
wore No. 6 Hats and talked nothing but Piffle.

The Friend was always making Business Engagements for him and then
letting him know about it later on.

And sometimes Friend would try to choke him and take his Money away
from him and invest it in some shine Enterprise that was going to pay
40 per cent Dividend every thirty Days.

Friend always meant well at that. When he selected the Girl that the
Victim was to marry he was prompted by the most unselfish Motives.
Notwithstanding which, the Victim did the tall Duck.

A Policeman found him hiding under a Bridge and asked, "Are you a
Fugitive from Justice?"

"No," was the Reply. "This is merely a case of Friend."

* * * * *

MORAL: They never seem to be properly Thankful for all that we do in
their Behalf.

* * * * *

_THE YOUNG NAPOLEON WHO WENT BACK TO THE STORE ON MONDAY MORNING_

Once there was a feverish Sure-Thinger who started for the Track with
a Roll about the size of a Lady's Pencil. He wanted to parlee a $2
Silver Certificate and bring home enough to pay the National Debt.
When he stayed at home and marked the Card and made Mind Bets he could
beat five out of six. He estimated that he was losing a Thousand
a Month by fooling around the Store when he might be out at the
Merry-Go-Round showing the Ikeys how to take a Joke.

And now Saturday Afternoon had come and Percy M. Piker was hanging on
the rear end of the Choo-Choo with $7 sewed up in the inside Pocket
of his Vest, while in his Hand there fluttered a batch of Clippings,
written by the Smoke Brothers, showing which ones were sure to win