To a young man who stood smoking a cigar the other day approached the elderly and impertinent reformer of immemorial legend.
"How many cigars do you smoke a day?", asked the meddler.
"Three," answered the youth, as patiently as he could.
"How much do you pay for them?"
"Ten cents," confessed the young man.
"Don't you know, sir," continued the sage, "That if you save that money, by the time you are as old as I am you could own that big building over the way?"
"Do you own it?" inquired the smoker.
"No."
"Well, I do," said the young man
"How many cigars do you smoke a day?", asked the meddler.
"Three," answered the youth, as patiently as he could.
"How much do you pay for them?"
"Ten cents," confessed the young man.
"Don't you know, sir," continued the sage, "That if you save that money, by the time you are as old as I am you could own that big building over the way?"
"Do you own it?" inquired the smoker.
"No."
"Well, I do," said the young man
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