MIXED TRADING

Rotorua Morning Post, Volume 3, Issue 724, 27 December 1933, Page 3

MIXED TRADING

PETS AND PINTS MARMOSETS, GOLDFISH AND TEACHER'S HIGHLAND CREAM. TASTE ANID YOU'LL BUY. New Yiork, December 11. Emmett Carlton, who deal® in Alpin© sticks and shepherd's crooks in Lexington Avenue, is to-day the most distinctive merchant in 'New York City. He is not selling liquor. Nor was ihe hreaking his neck itrying to get in line to buy wet goods. But just to give you an idea oi what'is goiintg on here, it can he said that across the street was a haherdashery store where customers walked in and said: "Give me a pa-ir of garters, size 14, a gates-ajar collar, a quart of Highland Teacher's Cream (iScotch), and I'll ta"ke one of those plaid mufflers and a pint of Old Tom. Knew His Brew. Next door was a pet shop. Attracted by a window display of three marmosets, two Sicotty pups, one litter of white mice, and a sign reading "Try lOur Bottled Stuff," we walked in and enigaged the clerk in conversation. "Boy, this repeal business was a boon to me," he said. "To tell you the truth I wouldn't know a Ghow dog from a case of distemper, but I got ithe job because I know all about Iiquo.r cases., Sample Room. "Wihat swell stock we've got right here! Wjhere canaries used to he, is champaigne, and in that corner where we used to keep armadillos, is gln. If you wanta ses. pets, you'll have to go dowinstairs — adn't got room for 'em up here." IWas he selling any pets ab all? Here's his reply, hand-over-fist. "You see, we' give all the free samples a customer can hold. After he's taisited ahout one-tenth of our stock, he's ready for anything. A Re&l Fish. "Fellow came in here this moming and wanted to see some goldfish. While I was down in the basement getting them, he was tasting everytbing in sight and, when I came upstairs, he was pretty lit and wasn't satisfied with anything so small. "Give me something, biggem that," he said. "I wanta ibig, big fish! Shame catching lil fish that young. He ain't more'n weaned yet." Old Irish Market. "Wiell, I finally had to slip out to the fish market round the corner and get him a couple of halibut before he was satisfied. Had Hell of a time getting 'em, though, because tlhe market is the only place round here with good Irish whisky. It was jammed. "Have anoither shot of this and I'll show you our line of three-lagged calves!"