The late Marshall Field had a very small office-boy who came to the great merchant one day with a request for an increase in wages.
“Huh!” said Mr. Field, looking at him as if through a magnifying-glass. “Want a raise, do you? How much are you getting?”
“Three dollars a week,” chirped the little chap.
“Three dollars a week!” exclaimed his employer. “Why, when I was your age I only got two dollars.”
“Oh, well, that’s different,” piped the youngster. “I guess you weren’t worth any more.”
