Olio . Hacko tremble?Did lie swerve from his fearfulduty? Nay, nay: he thought ofhow he had flunked that final inTheosophy, and took another biteoff his plug of haskeesh. Theservices went on, and as Hacko,the eloquent, preached, the tearsbegan to run down the swarthycheeks of the Red-Handed; fordid not Hacko tell him of his sins,of the place where he was goingto—also of its climate? And didnot fear take hold upon him as helistened ? As Hacko, the silver-tongued,Bogun rose to its feet and spread its handsMy neighbors, quoth he, you know me,what I am, and how I am a hard man, reaping where I hav
Olio . Hacko tremble?Did lie swerve from his fearfulduty? Nay, nay: he thought ofhow he had flunked that final inTheosophy, and took another biteoff his plug of haskeesh. Theservices went on, and as Hacko,the eloquent, preached, the tearsbegan to run down the swarthycheeks of the Red-Handed; fordid not Hacko tell him of his sins,of the place where he was goingto—also of its climate? And didnot fear take hold upon him as helistened ? As Hacko, the silver-tongued,Bogun rose to its feet and spread its handsMy neighbors, quoth he, you know me,what I am, and how I am a hard man, reaping where I have not cultivated—always in pursuit of the ungodly sheckel. Vet the words of this fellow haveso wrought upon me that I would fain give up my old ways. So Hacko, theHod-Carrier, descended from the top of his barrel and initiated lio^un, theRed-Handed. They forthwith formed a new organization, of which Hacko wasthe shepherd, and Bogun the deacon who incidentally passed the hat. SoHacko got his finished, the mighty frame 0over the listening tribes. 19:5 Sanote ano tbe (policeman. Is that Sanderson, Edward F. Sanderson ? Yes, thats Sandie. Hes from Cleveland, isnt he ? Yes, I believe so. Well, I suppose he is a responsible fellow, he looks it; but I heard a funnystory about him the other day. It happened down in New York, when theGlee Club was there last April. You know they had an afternoon tea at on Thirty-fourth Street. Well, Sanderson, when it came time forthe tea, found that he had forgotten the address, and unluckily none of theboys were with him. He ran across a policeman, however, and stopped himwith the question, Can you tell me where Mrs. Lincoln lives ? What streetand number ? was the answering question. Why, that is just what I wantto know! was Sandersons innocent reply. Well, I guess you will have to asksomeone else; thats too hard for me. From the country, aint you? Sanderson did not go to the tea, but he took in A Trip to now se
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