A Trump Card — 539
There was a very large family of Cards wunst at Slickville. They were mostly in the stage-coach and livery-stable line, and careless, reckless sort of people. So one day Squire Zenas Card had a christenin’ at his house. Says the minister, “What shall I call the child?”—“Pontius Pilate,” said he.—“I can’t,” said the minister, “and I won’t. No soul ever heard of such a name for a Christian since baptism came in fashion.”—“I am sorry for that,” said the squire, “for it’s a mighty pretty name. I heard it once in church, and I thought if ever I had a son I’d call him after him; but if I can’t have that—and it’s a dreadful pity—call him Trump;” and he was christened “Trump Card.”—Sam Slick.