Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . LOW LIFE HIGH Warblir—I jusl asked the lady up in ihe housefor a hand-out, and she gave me a worm that wasnt fit to eat. Nope. The others gone to town to break a ten-dollar bill. Well, I guess Ill have to talk to your big brother,then. Will you call him, please? Cant. Hes breakin stone up at the county jail. Your folks seem to be pretty well occupied, smiledthe book agent. Maybe I could interest you in a bigbook bargain? Not me, mister, replied the boy. That fellercomin over the hill called me squint-eyed yesterday,
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . LOW LIFE HIGH Warblir—I jusl asked the lady up in ihe housefor a hand-out, and she gave me a worm that wasnt fit to eat. Nope. The others gone to town to break a ten-dollar bill. Well, I guess Ill have to talk to your big brother,then. Will you call him, please? Cant. Hes breakin stone up at the county jail. Your folks seem to be pretty well occupied, smiledthe book agent. Maybe I could interest you in a bigbook bargain? Not me, mister, replied the boy. That fellercomin over the hill called me squint-eyed yesterday, anIll soon be so busy breakin his head that I wont haveno time to talk to you. Man is in his cups to-day and in the jug to-morrow. LITTLE iVIOTHERS. Elsie—* Whats your dollys name?Marjorie— Ethel Watts Thompson. Elsie— Is the middle name on the Ior mothers side ?. ithers NOT HER LAY. I wonder if this book will tell me how to hatch out this wonderful egg J The Limit By W. J, Lampton THE GIRL was fixed in her determination and hereyes were hard and cold. The man stood beforeher, broken like a reed in the wind. He may havebeen broken in other respects, for he had been with herto the races that afternoon, but it has no bearing on thischronicle. So, Miss Tyndall, he was saying, you persist inbreaking our engagement? I do, she nodded with adamantine firmness. And you will not marry me? Never. No matter what I do? What matters it to me? Not if I plunge into the flowing bowl? No. Not if I gamble away my patrimony? No. Not if I waste my substance in riotous living? No. Not if I—if I —he hesitated— not if I take myown life? No, no, she insisted. He saw how futile were all his pleadings. His eyesstiffened and his face grew hard. Her cruelty was re-acting upon him. Very well, he said, turning away; it is now upto me to marry Kitty Gray.
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