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Leif the Lucky would’ve died in his first danger if he’d had to face the odds those old boys faced when that gambler got good and ready to stuff his coffers. “He had some way of steaming the seal from a boxed deck of cards that was in the days before cellophane wrapping and what he’d do was mark the cards and reseal the deck in the box. Well, without telling the kid at the newsstand just what he was up to and drawing him into some sort of complicity, he’d leave several decks of those cards at the newsstand and tell the boy to keep ’em apart somewhere to sell only when he sent for a deck. That way when a big loser called for a new deck not furnished by the house, the gambler would send someone to the newsstand for a fresh deck, in full knowledge the table balance would keep shifting his way. As far as the kid at the newsstand was concerned, that gambler was always a good tipper. “He found himself another real good tipper one day when he was traipsing through an alley taking a shortcut on an errand and heard some ruckus coming from the foundation of a house it was the residence of one of the prominent families and his curiosity made him stop to see what was going on. It seemed to him somebody was banging from down below on a pipe vent coming out of the basement, and after a minute he put his mouth down to the pipe and asked if anybody was there; and sure enough there was. To make a long story short, it turned out the son and heir of the family had been locked in the basement because his folks had judged he was crowding too close to the public troughs of iniquity to uphold his station in life. Being kindly disposed toward the young man in his misery, the kid followed his instructions about how to get medicines for the sore spirits and started on a schedule of dropping a bottle now and then down the vent pipe, usually staying for a little chit-chat about the outside world. Of course, after the young feller down there quieted down awhile his parents thought their cure had worked and set him loose, but they locked him up again the first time he was too drunk to resist, and that happened over and over till his folks saw locking him up was about useless. The kid stayed good friends with that feller for years and years till he passed on in old age leaving a goodly fortune to his children. “Well, you can see the kid at the newsstand was picking up pretty well on the tastes and wants and wishes of the public and he used that learning, you might say, to serve the public in bigger ways as the years went by. His next job after the newsstand was at a drugstore. The cause for this was a grocer had gone bankrupt and the kid, knowing full well by now the habit a lot of local folks had in those dry days of stirring a little mischief into an innocent beverage, had bought up all the store’s cases of high alcohol lemon and vanilla extract. Back in those days the drugstores all had soda fountains, and if a customer called up in the heat of day and ordered a lemon or vanilla coke on ice, the drugstore would deliver it. So what the kid did was apply for the first job that came open mixing and delivering soda fountain specials so he could turn a dime or two on the little extras he had come up with. Well, he got the job, and I probably don’t have to tell you how the sale of sodypops in the drugstore soon became a booming business in itself. The boss was real proud of his little soda jerk, who before long was catering to such a big clientele he bought himself a motorcycle to make his rounds on. If memory serves me right, that was about the first motorcycle in town.” Scobie was quiet awhile, letting memory serve him, and I took the opportunity to ask him if the kid who started out at the newsstand, with his hunger and thirst for knowledge, had grown up to be a historian or if he had continued in the ways of an entrepreneur. “A little of both, you might say,” Scobie said. “He always kept up with what was going on, read a good bit to learn what he couldn’t learn by watching and listening, and was all the while making his small mark in the business community. He grew up to be what you might call an average citizen liked by most and not by some. But I’d say the kid did all right.” And Scobie gestured a toast with his jug, took a long pull and smiled, I thought, in a self-satisfied kind of way as he passed the jug to me. 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