Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . DEAD, — Yis, Cassidy met wid a violint death. He took a dose av morphane, wint to shlape, anniver woke up. Riley— Do ye call thot violint ? Rooney—Ws. They pounded th loife out av th poor feller thryin to make him wake !. did 80. He yearned for moretill his hind legs fairlytrembled. It was a terriblemoment—and Bulger scalped those pies with theneatness and dispatch of a Si-oux Indian, and went out backof the barn to take a siesta. After a while he woke upand remembered the pies. Hestarted back, hoping mo
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . DEAD, — Yis, Cassidy met wid a violint death. He took a dose av morphane, wint to shlape, anniver woke up. Riley— Do ye call thot violint ? Rooney—Ws. They pounded th loife out av th poor feller thryin to make him wake !. did 80. He yearned for moretill his hind legs fairlytrembled. It was a terriblemoment—and Bulger scalped those pies with theneatness and dispatch of a Si-oux Indian, and went out backof the barn to take a siesta. After a while he woke upand remembered the pies. Hestarted back, hoping motherhad planted a fresh row forhis benefit. She was justcoming out to interviewthose pies as he came saw him coming—withfoam on his chops, and as farback as his ears. The sightnearly scared mother to death,but a hasty glance at the piesreassured her. She pickedup a tomato can full of fish-worms belonging to Bill, and,with cruel aim, heaved it atpoor Bulger. It missed Bul-ger by a narrow margin of about a rod, and broke twodollars worth of glass in the hothouse. Bulger shotunder the back porch like a shot from a thirteen-inchgun. When dad reached home he viewed the pies, and forth- «--i people are like eggs—too full ofthemselves to hold anything else. with sente
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