City scrip at a discount.
--We hear, says the Memphis Appeal, that one night last week, as our respected tax collector was returning toward his home, three garroters taking advantage of the universal absence of mind caused by everybody's attention being absorbed in gazing upon the comet that committed the faux pas
of appearing after the war broke out, instead of announcing it by making its celestial entries a year ago, seized him by the throat and demanded his money.
He informed them that he was the city tax collector, and consequently had no money, but had some city scrip.
At the mention of city scrip, the thieves liberated him in a moment, and their leader, in a voice of horror, exclaimed; Go to--(some warm locality)--and carry your scrip with you; we are poor men, and cannot afford to take it.