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Show HIS LUCK. "Why didn't you come around earlier? ear-lier? The snow is all melted away." "Dat's just my luck, lady. Every time I feels like workin' de sun comes out and does me out of a job!" Grief That Kills. "My poor boy," said the beneficent old clergyman, who had encountered a young waif sobbing in the streetc, "what ails you? Some case of dire distress has touched your heart-chords, heart-chords, no doubt." "No," sniffed the lad, "you're clear off your base, old kazzozicks. Me an' Snippy an' de rest of de fellies tin-canned tin-canned the mangy, old yellow cur up at Schwarz' grocery, and while old Schwarz an' de gang followed the dog, I sneaked back to the grocery to swipe dried apples. De Fido chased into Schmitt's orchard and de gang cribbed de swellest peaches you ever seen, an' then dey smoked grape-vine cigarettes and set the barn a-flre. I made a sashay into de apple barrel at de grocery, an' de delivery boy pasted me with a bed-slat and it hurts yet, and I didn't get to see de fire, and didn't get nothin' to eat, and I wisht i wuz dead dog-gone it all!" The Bohemian Magazine. |