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TRAVERS AND CLEWS.
If any one tells a good story in New York, they
always lay it to Mr. Travers, just as they always used
to lay all the good stories in Washington to President
Lincoln.
Henry Clews, the well-known bald-headed banker,
who always prides himself on being a self-made man,
during a recent talk with Mr. Travers had occasion
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—that he was a self-made man.
“W—w—what d—did you s—ay, Mr. Clews?” asked
Mr. Travers.
“I say with pride, Mr. Travers, that I am a self-made
man—that I made myself—”
“Hold, H—henry,” interrupted Mr. Travers, as he
dropped his cigar, “w—while you were m—m—
making yourself, why the devil d—did—didn't you
p—put some more hair on the top of y—your h—
head?”
Mr. Clews has since invested 75 cents in a wig.
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