Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . e yeer ago, never seen nothin likeit ner neer like it. The wind was a-blowin big gunsat nine oclock in the forenoon, jest a humpin it goodan plenty from the southwest an then, without nowarnin, an awl ov a suddint, quickeren a wink, shestopped dead still, deadern Julius Seezer. Mayor Willson was a comin up the streat, facinthe wind, a bendin way ovver forruds to keep from beinblowed backards, an hed jest met up with Jack Hansona comin tother way, a-bendin backards es fur es hecould to keep from bein blowed forruds, an the winds
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . e yeer ago, never seen nothin likeit ner neer like it. The wind was a-blowin big gunsat nine oclock in the forenoon, jest a humpin it goodan plenty from the southwest an then, without nowarnin, an awl ov a suddint, quickeren a wink, shestopped dead still, deadern Julius Seezer. Mayor Willson was a comin up the streat, facinthe wind, a bendin way ovver forruds to keep from beinblowed backards, an hed jest met up with Jack Hansona comin tother way, a-bendin backards es fur es hecould to keep from bein blowed forruds, an the windstopped so mighty quick that both ov em fell flat to thesidewalk, one backards an one furruds, an Hanson hepurty neer busted in the back of his hed. From then on forruds awl that thare day clene throughtill mornin ov the next day thare want the leest signov no wind a tall; not a smidgin, ner a whifF. Nobodynewer seen nothin so still no time ner nowhare. BillPeteis shot a cat fer chicken-eetin abowt ten oclock anthe smoke frum the gun stade right thare in the same. MUST BE MISTAKEN. Is it really you ? Murphy told me you were dead. Oi was all roighl whin Oi saw him laskt plase whare the gun went off the hull day long an wuzthare at midnight fer, although you couldnt see it then,sum ov us went out an smelt it jest to see ef it was stillthare, an it wuz thare. I stuck a lath up in the ground at levven oclock inthe fournoon an then put a little peece ov thistle downright ovver the top ov it, in the air, six inches abovethe top end ov the lath, an by the long-horned spoon itnewer moved a mite one way ner a nuther ner upner down an wuz rite thare at sevven oclock in theevenin. Hirum Wilkins set a jint ov stovepipe strate up onlegs sos he could lay down on his back an stick his hedunder it an look up through it an then he let a littleballoon rase up through the stovepipe an go off up intothe air an it kep a rasin slowly, but so dern strate upthat a feller could see it an hour arterwurds
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