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the proprietor asked . `` Do I look like I wanted a boy to help me carry samples ? '' Sam retorted indignantly , and a moment later he swung aboard an eastbound crosstown car . It was past noon when Sam entered Henry Schrimm 's showroom and his face bore a broad , triumphant grin . `` Well , Henry , '' he shouted , `` what did I told you ? To a feller which he is knowing how to sell goods there ai n't no such things as stickers . '' `` Did you get rid of 'em ? ''