Judge, 1936-09 · page 22 of 36
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Shirts 6O7TOHIRTY-NIN said Sam Wing Lee, and handed me eleven cents shirts. There [| was, ured the price, based and my laundere off again. Thad tf on estimat over seven mor You into somethi man’s rates. Two shirts and four ¢ delivered We cents, whereas three shirts and four nesday will be thirty-nine collars on the previous Saturday was ce there is only one more latter package of laundry, wuld naturally fi uo can arrive at the Lee charges for a Taking 39 from 58 you have 19 cents. Very well, that’s his price per shirt, I decide. Then the following week T leave five shirts, and Sam Wing inserutably, “Sev’ty cer Lee says 1 another series of computations 1 Last December, by keeping a rather intricate chart, | dedu of the Sam Wing Lee follows tablishment as Shirts ae 16 cents Collars s 4 cents Shirts, collars attached AS vents Handkerchiefs eonererereseees 9 GEIS Socks, pair... 4 cents However, it later occurred to me there were three or four dress shirts in there somewhere that L hadn't accounted for. In subtrac collars from: the num multiply T had left oF which must cost about ter 8 pairs of T almost SOUT the middle of J Sam Wing Lee dL think arm. At fantasti row me off the t For instance, one in for twe $s of pajamas. i three with colls tached, three collar of socks, and six handke ow I could hardly be mist ten p: chief thout =I heen kee] is all wit had them practically riveted at 19.261 cent ok oon t ut at three imal places cach, carr \ —and with laid out or two cru oO litte determinati er my laundry ticket a nickel, and two pennies. That laundry, accordit y $207 my figures, was exac Sam Wing Lee shoved the bundle across with a cheerful “One dolla eighty-fou’ thing about my self- le and said, here’s: some yntrol that he me stand almost any strain, and instead of taking his shop apart, T paid Sam Wing Lee a dollar eighty-four, and climbed up to my flat with n brain a ity-four! whirl of figures. A dollar ¢ “Yeh, he had me fooled for a couple weeks, too.” comicbooks.com