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"But, if I continue dropping the proceeds of my Labor into the Reservoir, what is there in it for me?" asked the inquisitive Chick. His mother replied, "Why, you will have the Gratification of moving up to the Window at the Bank and earning a Smile of Approbation from old Mr. Fishberry with the Throat Whiskers."
He acquired a Runt and swilled it with solicitude until the Butcher made him an offer. It was a proud Moment when he eased in the $7.60 to T. W. Fishberry, who told him to keep on scrounging and some day he would own a share in the Building & Loan.
Fishberry, the Taker-In up at the Bank with the Chinchilla on the Larynx. For ten long years the White Slave tested Eggs and scooped the C Sugar. When Aleck became of Age, Mr. Blodgett was compelling him to take $30 the first of every month. He lived on Snowballs in the Winter and Dandelions in the Summer, but he had paid $800 on a two-story Brick facing Railroad Street.
He saw himself sitting as a Director at a Bank Meeting an enlarged and glorified Fishberry. Now he was playing Fox and pulling for the Dream to work out. The cold-eyed Custodians up at the main Fortress of Credit began to take notice of the Rustler. He was a Glutton for Punishment, a Discounter from away back, and a Demon for applying the Acid Test to every Account.
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