Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . your price. An yo all aint got five cents? NO! NO! NO! How many times must I tell youthat I forgot to bring any money with me? Hits ony five cents. Youve told me that a dozen times. Ill see thatyou get it when I return. An yo all hasnt got five cents? Confoundyou! do you suppose Id stand here wast-ing time if I had? Come, now; hurry. I must get overthere at once. Well, boss, hit seems ter me dat aman whut aint got five cents might jesas well be on one side ob de ribbeh asde yutheh. s. e. kisek. The Nature of the Beast. ^^RS. GU
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . your price. An yo all aint got five cents? NO! NO! NO! How many times must I tell youthat I forgot to bring any money with me? Hits ony five cents. Youve told me that a dozen times. Ill see thatyou get it when I return. An yo all hasnt got five cents? Confoundyou! do you suppose Id stand here wast-ing time if I had? Come, now; hurry. I must get overthere at once. Well, boss, hit seems ter me dat aman whut aint got five cents might jesas well be on one side ob de ribbeh asde yutheh. s. e. kisek. The Nature of the Beast. ^^RS. GUNSON was entertaining avisitor when Nora appeared at thedoor of the drawing-room. Plaise, mum, will yez tell me phatyez want done wid th oyster-shells yezleft from lunch? she inquired. I want them thrown away, ofcourse, replied Mrs. Gunson. Yis, mum; but Oi didnt know phereto throw thim, replied Nora. Do theybe ashes or jarbridge? SAFETY IN THE SIMPLE LIFE. Arent you glad, Birdiana, that we are simple folks ? Fashion Note. AST years overcoats are very much A MESSAGE FROM THE SPIRIT WORLD. The Speediac. SPEED, speed, speed!What of the things that we read,Telling of woe and of death and disaster?Turn on the power! Ho! faster and faster!Over the highways, down through the lane—Little care we for huge wagons of us have at em, grind em to powder!Honk with your horn, there, louder and louder! Speed! Let us have speed!Ha, for the road with the twist and the curve!That was a beauty—that was a swerve!Straining the axles and straining the the car till each bolt in it squeals—?Squeals like a creature thats griping in pain!Here is another! Have at it again! Speed! Let brakes be freed!Throw em away, for they only is that scream in the distance we hear?Is it in front or far back at the rear?Some one is down, but we are to dust all the broad highway,Monarchs of all to the uttermost sceneHere in our thunderbred lightning machine!
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