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Show MV dUnnlets. The Heiress and The Hack. Did you ever hear about the time "The Manager Man-ager of Our Property" took us hack ridin' with what he said was a millionaire's daughter. I don't know who outed this heiress to him, but on the square, she was the limit, and resembled the othSi side bf the scenery more than anything else. We filed in the parlor and this fluff made the good stall. She had her little sister call her and then she came swishing down stairs. You know 'swish' mdans silk skirts, so Ave all straightened up, got the right pose", ond when she carae in with her' face we made a white gloved salaam that would have made Gunga Din green with envy. You know T spoke of the silk. Well We was dissolutioned, for she crossed her limbs. The swish was there when she walked, but it must have been sand paper on her garters. Finally, some guy who got tired of piping pa in the other room goin' to the eats in his shirtsleeves, shirt-sleeves, suggested that we nil go to the restaurant an' that the Manager get a hack. Now he's a sport, and anyhow he wanted to make good with the heires3, so says he: "Wilt go to yon hasherie, Snowdrop?" "I should slap your fuc, I WOttld," JJhBJ'' so the Manager got a hick and la We mK ' W$ to Ma's wishes, she belli' left to wrettl W($m$m m alone. 'Zf ; M "Ain't this nice," chirped the heireti. tffr fl in a hack once before when gran'nm tb& In Iflf. (i J We had six to the funeral. I tell you I lore a 1 sporty time, an' I've often dreampt that some day , I'd ride in a hack again. An' I'll bet they ain't no j women in this here town got better hack manner's man-ner's en mine." Say.jn the square I wa all in, an 1 gave the Manager the danger signal. "My dream of true u Bites is to jest almost live in hacks an' I hope I'll "always have a sweet feller who can tmy me this cushioned back -ground to loll in. "There ain't nothin' like luxury fer thos a e used to it.".. We reached the restaurant, an' all set down. 'Say,' sez the heiress, don't you think its cruelty to animals to beat eggs,' an' that finished me. I'll bet there will bo an assessment on Our Property next week. |