“Uncle” Harry, eh. Seems to have been operating on some rather thin margins, unless all the stuff in the Wonderful Prize Catalog was absolute crap. Read what Wiley Johnson said: “I done seen things in other people’s houses I sure wish I han’t seen. Plus I didn’t sell enough stuff so Uncle Harry sent some men to take my teeth.” Here is what Maude Scott Says: I ate every small child who came to my door selling those useless cards! Fried ‘em up with some parsnips! Om nom nom!