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Show And Jim Went. "Oh, go way!" he said, as the other boy bent over him and asked the cause of his trouble. "Jim, have you got a headache one o' them reg'lar old rippers what draws yer shoulders right up to yer ears?" "Naw!" -"Gottheager?" "Naw!" - "Some big boy gin ye a lickin' for sassin' him?" "Naw g'way!" 'Jim, hain't I yer pardner? Can't ve trust yer best friend? Now, what is it? Are ye in luv?" "Urn!" "Is she beautiful?" "Yes." "Rich and tony?" j "You bet." "And there is a wide social gulf between you?" "Urn yes." "And her parents are implacable?" "Yes." "Then, Jim, cheer up. I'll stand by ye. I'll get a note to her. I'll help ye plan the elopement. . I'll lend ye my rope ladder and Sunday coat and silver watch chain, and I'll gin ye five nickels to help ye out on a bridal tower. Come, Jim come down the alley and help me eat a muskmelon and three herring. I've been there and I know. When a girl's implacable dad stands between her and the kid who wants to call her his'n, it takes herrings herrings with worms in 'em, three for a cent to pull his pining soul back into the socket. Come, old pard." Detroit Free Press. |