§ 44 Sauce for the Goose
An East Sider of foreign birth prospered to the extent where he graduated from the ranks of the sidewalk merchants and became a regular business man, with a store and showcases and everything. Also, for the first time in his life he was able to start a bank account.
One day he was engaged on the telephone by the assistant cashier of the bank where he kept his checking fund.
“Mr. Abrams,” stated the cashier, “I called you up to tell you that on the first day of this month your account appears overdrawn $108.”
“So?” droned Mr. Abrams. “Say, young man, would you do it for me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“Then, please, you should look at your books und tell me how stood the account on the foist day of last month.”
In a minute or two the bank functionary was back at the ’phone.
“Oh, Mr. Abrams,” he said, “on the first day of last month you had a balance to your credit of $322.25.”
“So!” shouted Mr. Abrams. “Und did I call you up?”