Every town has some one store where the loafers congregate to regulate the universe.

Every town has a postoffice and a lot of folks who call for mail every day and never get any.

Every town has a horrible example. He gets drunk, won't work but his wife supports him and loves him with a dog-like fidelity no decent man can ever hope to receive.

Every town has its own skinflint who discounts notes, buys up land, dresses like a tramp and won't get his wife a new stove.

Every town has a bad boy that all parents hold in horror and all boys love.

Every town has its champion liar who lies for practice when he can't find anything else to lie about.

Every town has its vicious tongued woman who makes trouble as the sparks fly upward.

Every town has its village atheist.

Every town has its arguer who will challenge any statement you may make and prove it's not so.

Every town has its loud-mouthed citizen who can't talk without making a noise like a megaphone.

Every town has its leading citizen who heads every committee and always has a seat on the platform when there is anything going on.

Every town has its nice, speakeasy creature, who tries to be popular with everybody and whom nobody likes.

Every town has its grouch-face who is unfailingly confident the worst is yet to come.

Every town has its good woman that everybody likes, and its honest man whose word is as good as its bond.

Every town has its group of men who know that the town is morally the worst in the state.

Every town has a man who never wears a collar and a dude who pastes down his hair and sports a pink-striped shirt.

Every town carries its own peculiar type of religious cranks.

Every town has its particular brand of fool.

Every town has men that know all about European war and the government at Washington, but don't know how to make a dollar a day.

Every town has men and women who hate the place and are always wishing they had lived somewhere else. --Ex.