A well-known but broken-down Detroit newspaper man, who had been a power in his day, approached an old friend the other day in the Pontchartrain Hotel and said:
"What do you think? I have just received the prize insult of my life. A paper down in Muncie, Ind., offered me a job."
"Do you call that an insult?"
"Not the job, but the salary. They offered me twelve dollars a week."
"Well," said the friend, "twelve dollars a week is better than nothing."
"Twelve a week - thunder!" exclaimed the old scribe. "I can borrow more than that right here in Detroit." - Detroit Free Press.
