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Poverty Bay Standard, Volume XI, Issue 1306, 10 April 1883, Page 2

In the early days of railroading in Missouri, a six-foot stranger, with a bad look in his eye, one day entered a station on the line of the Blank and Dash road, pulled out ten shares of stock in the company and inquired of the station-master if there were any dividends on the stock. “ Never hoard of any,” was the reply. “Did’nt anybody ever try to collect dividends?” “If they did they did’nt get anything. ” “ This stock ought to pay ten per cent,” continued the stranger. Here's a thousand dollars. Ten per cent a year would be one hundred dollars. I have held these shares three months, which would be twenty-five dollars. Pardner, I want my divvy.” “But I’ve n thing to do with it. You must go to St Louis.” “Too far away. I’m going to collect here, and save time. Pilgrim, count out my divvy !” The above peroration was followed by the sight of a six-shooter and an expression which meant business, and the agent did’nt consume three minutes counting out the money, which the stranger took and walked out with the remark that he never invested in stock paying less than ten per cent, and did’nt believe in cumulative dividends. This was the only dividend paid by the road for thirteen years, and the agent on a salary of forty dollars a month had to stand that.— Otd City Derrick.