Chapter 15: Millions and a Mite

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​⁠To Tiffany's I took her,

 I did not mind expense;

I bought her two gold ear-rings,

 They cost me fifty cents.

 And a-a-away, you santee!

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​⁠My dear Annie!

 O you New York girls!

Can't you dance the polka!

 —Shanty, “The Lime Juicer.”

Mr. Ralph Bradish, using one of the booth telephones in the Wall Street offices of Marston & Waller, earnestly asked the cashier of an up-town restaurant