Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . WAS waiting for my train at a little country station. It was a still, summer day, and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic snoring of a negro porter, who lay stretched outin the sun on the baggageplatform. It seems odd that, in thisage of big inventions, no onehas ever thought up somemethod of preventing snor-ing, I remarked casually tothe only other person in sight,an old fellow who was seatedon a crate of chickens, chew-ing tobacco and expectoratingat intervals with a calm andjudicious air. He fixed a pair of keen gray
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . WAS waiting for my train at a little country station. It was a still, summer day, and the silence was broken only by the rhythmic snoring of a negro porter, who lay stretched outin the sun on the baggageplatform. It seems odd that, in thisage of big inventions, no onehas ever thought up somemethod of preventing snor-ing, I remarked casually tothe only other person in sight,an old fellow who was seatedon a crate of chickens, chew-ing tobacco and expectoratingat intervals with a calm andjudicious air. He fixed a pair of keen grayeyes on me. Reckon youre a strangerin these parts? he said pres-ently. I admitted it. He chuckled joyously to himself. Never heard tell o Jake Weathersby?. IT ALL DEPENDS. Mr. Smith— Are you interested in stuffedbirds? Mr. Jonts— Yes, when the job is done by agood cook. I said that I had not, but indicated my entire will-ingness to hear of him or of any other gentleman, therelation of whose exploitsmight serve to pass away thetedious hours while awaitingthe advent of that infernaltrain. The old man supplied him-self with a fresh chew of to-bacco, took careful aim at theshining steel rail a few feetaway, looked disappointed whenhe missed it, and finally pro-ceeded. You think that niggerssnorin, said he. Sakesalive, that aint snorin! Yououghter have heard JakeWeathersby! Guess he—well,Ill tell you how the matter othe invention come up. I was settin round abouthere a couple o years backwhen a queer-lookin old fellowhappened along. Nice little town youvegot here, says he. Pretty fair, says was lookin around a bit last night,says he, and things certainly seemed pretty prosperous. Lotso buildin goin on—and whats that sort o little
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