O. Henry always retained the whimsical sense of humor which made him quickly famous. Shortly before his death he called on the cashier of a New York publishing house, after vainly writing several times for a check which had been promised as an advance on his royalties.
“I’m sorry,” explained the cashier, “but Mr. Blank, who signs the checks, is laid up with a sprained ankle.”
“But, my dear sir,” expostulated the author, “does he sign them with his feet?”
