Anyway, McNutt figured that if he could raise a few hundred toads he could sell them to farmers and get rich.
And faculty agreed with him and McNutt had to get rid of his toads.
It was a dark, stormy night when McNutt and Winner enticed into this paint shop an unsuspecting mutual friend.
“Mr. Sibley has gone, sir,” little McNutt was insisting, with dignity.
They didnt live very long, because McNutt couldnt get the right sort of leaves for them to eat.
"Twenty thousand dollars a year, and her own carriage," continued Mrs. McNutt gloatingly.
“Mr. Elliot is the third partner in the firm,” explained McNutt, to whom such ignorance appeared disgraceful.
Mr. McNutt was called to this charge in 1900 when a fresh graduate from a Presbyterian seminary.
Mr. McNutt sends me out with a flivver to buy wool around the country.
It would be worth a dollar of any fellows money to see McNutt playing football!