The Noser and the Note


  THE Head Rifler of an insolvent bank, learning that it was about to 
be visited by the official Noser into Things, placed his own 
personal note for a large amount among its resources, and, gaily 
touching his guitar, awaited the inspection.  When the Noser came 
to the note he asked, "What's this?"

  "That," said the Assistant Pocketer of Deposits, "is one of our 
liabilities."

  "A liability?" exclaimed the Noser.  "Nay, nay, an asset.  That is 
what you mean, doubtless."

  "Therein you err," the Pocketer explained; "that note was written 
in the bank with our own pen, ink, and paper, and we have not paid 
a stationery bill for six months."

  "Ah, I see," the Noser said, thoughtfully; "it is a liability.  May 
I ask how you expect to meet it?"

  "With fortitude, please God," answered the Assistant Pocketer, his 
eyes to Heaven raising - "with fortitude and a firm reliance on the 
laxity of the law."

  "Enough, enough," exclaimed the faithful servant of the State, 
choking with emotion; "here is a certificate of solvency."

  "And here is a bottle of ink," the grateful financier said, 
slipping it into the other's pocket; "it is all that we have."