But several years later I had the satisfaction of "hypnotizing" him myself, as I told about in my first chapter.
Although I always regarded myself as a humorist, the impression I made on my comrades was that of a serious and religious fellow.

I quoted the Bible to them so often that they nicknamed me "the Welsh Parson." I was the general errand boy of the town.

Everybody knew me.

And when there was a job of passing hand-bills for the operahouse, or ringing bells for auction sales, I always got the job.

Every nickel that rolled loose in the town landed in my pocket and I took it home to mother.