Perrysburg Journal

KIND HE WEARS HIMSELF

Clerk Sells the Editor Some "Non-Itchy" Underwear But His Veracity Is Doubted.

We believe in giving every man the benefit of the doubt. We do not like to attack anyone's veracity in haste. Often men have deceived us as to facts and conditions, but always we have liked to think they were mistaken. We have gone our way confident that they had not intentionally led us astray.

But there is a certain clerk in a certain underwear shop in this town whom we would not believe again under oath. We were in search of some new white undergarments. We hesitated in our choice. The clerk saw that we were slipping from his grasp, to-wit: that he was about to lose a sale.

"Now this garment," says he, "is one of the kind that I always wear myself."

Pulling back his coat and shirt sleeve he exhibited his undergarment. Aside from the fact that it wasn't quite as clean it looked like the very stuff on the counter.

"Does it itch?" was asked.

"Not a bit," he replied. "That's the beauty of this make, I've never had any trouble. You can put a suit of this right on and it won't bother you a particle."

He looked so honest and straightforward and frank when he said it that we fell for his line of talk. That we haven't known a moment's peace since we need not relate. What we wish to emphasize is the fact that that young man, with the honest countenance, must have had a back red with itching and scratching when he told us that unmitigated falsehood.

His legs and arms must have been crimson with irritation, yet he stood right up there and denied it. Either that or he lied when he said that he wore the kind of flannels he sold us. Even as we write we hardly know whether to finish this sentence or get up and scratch our back against the door.—Detroit Free Press.