The Rogers Peet Co., clothiers, have five stores in Manhattan. Although few of the many Manhattan gentlemen who cover the span between their swaddling and their graveclothes in the sailor-suitings, Norfolks, long pants and cutaways of this concern, have ever beheld, in the flesh, either Mr. Rogers or Mr. Peet, few are without their conception of the personal appearance of these able outfitters. They envision Rogers as a spindling little man, whose pathetic shanks, shrunken torso and desiccated arms, contrast oddly with the twinkling zest of his round impish face, the shrewd pucker...
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