An Anecdote

A small Detroit boy was given a drum for a Christmas present, and was beating it vociferously on the sidewalk, when a nervous neighbor appeared, and asked, “How much did your father pay for that drum, my little man?” “Twenty-five cents, sir,” was the reply. “Will you take a dollar for it?” “Oh, yes, sir,” said the boy, eagerly. “Ma said she hoped I’d sell it for ten cents.” The exchange was made, and the drum put where it wouldn’t make any more noise, and the nervous man chuckled over his stratagem. But, to his horror, when he got home that night there were four drums beating in front of his house, and as he made his appearance, the leader stepped up and said, cheerfully, “These are my cousins, sir. I took that dollar and bought four new drums. Do you want to give us four dollars for them?” The nervous neighbor rushed into the house in despair, and the drum corps is doubtless beating yet in front of his house.