They say brevity is the soul of wit, but for W.R. Travers, a stammer was the perfect delivery system. A fixture of old Wall Street and the Union Club, Travers possessed a humor that struck like lightning, usually at the expense of long-winded Englishmen or self-important bankers. In this delightful 1908 collection, we follow the legendary broker as he navigates parrot shops and stuffy boardrooms alike. It is a portrait of a man who knew that oysters have brains enough to stay quiet, even if his dinner guests did not.