Bill Johnson proved how wrong that
was to my satisfaction years and years ago. Good old Bill! I wanted
to branch out. We had just that one little candy factory and I worked
in it myself every day.
"I got the idea," continued I. Tapp, launched on a favorite subject
now, "that my balance sheet and outlook for trade might impress the
bank people. I wanted to build a bigger factory. So I took off my
apron one day and walked over to the bank. I saw the president. He
looked like a fashion plate himself and he swung a pair of dinky
glasses on a cord as he listened to me and looked me over. Then he
turned me down--flat!
"I told Bill about it. Bill was kind of tied up just then himself.
That was before he made his big strike. But he was a different fellow
from me. Bill always looked like ready money.
"'Isra,' he says to me, 'I'll tell you how to get that money from the
bank.'
"'It can't be done, Bill,' I told him. 'The president of the bank
showed me that my business was too weak to stand such spread-eagling.
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