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Show One of the Craft Speaks. This ia tho advice of skilled professional profes-sional tramp: "Don't sloop on park benches if you're dolioate and likely to got rheumatiain or pneumonia. When I come to town for a few days now, I prefer the country this time of year, but I've got to have some city life with it I Lave to bunk in the parks about half the time. I ain't so youthful as I was once, and I have to look out for my aches and weaknesses. So I go to a park and get a teat in as quiot a place an I can find. I like some shade, too. You know it's an old saving that a fellow can get moonstruck. moon-struck. May be it's true and may be it ain't, but I ain't running no risks. "Well, I sit down and begin to doze. If I'm fresh in from country boms I wako up in a little whilo feeling ns if my neck was breaking. Thon I drop oCE again, and pretty soon I begin to get sort of half waked. I can feol my joints stiffening and my legs aching, and my body doubled up aud cramped. And there I etay until I get nncouscious again, in spite of all the hurting. Pretty soon a copper comes along and makes mp move on I ain't half sorry to get stirred up and I walk around until some of the stiffness and ache goes, and thon I'm back to tho bench to go to sleep again, and this time I'm clean sleepy, and I stick it out till morning or till the policeman comes round again. But just take this advice: Don't let no copper hammer your feet with his club. It hurts cruel." New York Times. |