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Show FAT SCHULER'S HOLrTu I Emil Schuler. tho largo, g00d.na. I tured man, who Is bettor known a, P "Fat" Schuler, and a friend Shimmer, wero victims of a pair 0f I hold-ups on Monday night last. per I haps it would be nearer the truth to I say it was Tuesday morning, but let I that pass. Tho balance of tho narrative narra-tive is best told in Schuler's own ne-cullar ne-cullar manner. "This guinea, Shimmer, and meself had been out for a bit of a ramble t'rough de center of do block, lookin' for a decayed water main what was I causin' do plaster on do cellln' of me H room to leak. While we're porcolatln' B we sees two floaters roamin' round in H tho dark, but we naturally supposes flj they're workin' fer de city an' passes D em' up. But say! They wasn't work- B In', they was waitin', an' we was de B guys they was waitin' for. B As wo comes down the alley what opens on State street I at ono end an closes on the I number what beats two pair at the H other, these mugs shoves a couple of I guns In our faces an' says, 'Han sup.' B Shimmer tosses his mitts up as high B as he could, but I thinks it's a josh, M an' says 'W'at f ell. Say! De an- H swer what I gets would jar your teeth B loose. It did mine. Do guy pushes tho busines end of a barker Into me I jaw with a shove that loosened all me I front ones an' give me an ache In de B back corner of me feed trap dat hasn't I quit yet. Honest, dat mug shoved me I usual smllo clean around under me I left ear. I t'rew up me ban's all right, I all right. You bet I did. An' I looked 1 up. I counted de bricks in do wall; I dat ls fer a few minutes; an' den I 5$ amused myself wld a movin' picture show. Honest, dere was 17,000 graveyards went by mo while dis mug was turnin' me 'round so's he could ' frisk me. On do square, ho was a strenuous guy. After he got me faco I to de wall, ho poked do gun in under I mo lower left rib an' fer free minute3 I I didn't do nuttin' but count me heart I beats. I "Well, dey takes all me dough an' I mo super an' relieves Shimmer of all I he has an' his super. Shimmer Is all I gone to do bad, too, fer he's weepln' I like a young mother over her first kid. I I'm scared of course. On do square, ' I I'm scared so bad I can hardly do nut- I tin, but I gets on to myself that me I meal ticket's gone an' Shimmer an' I I'm duo to eat. So I says to do mug li what's holdln mo up: 'Say, cull, I what's de matter wld leavin' me enough for breakfast?' 'Leave you nuttin', ho says, an' I was wonderln' how I could give do cafe keeper de finger, when de guy says again: 'Leave you nuttin you fat slob, hut f.o long's g you's been so fat a graft I'll stake you I to a dollar,' an' wld dat ho hands me I do plunk an' ho an his pard skips, leavin' mo dero wid only one wipe to up Shimmer's tears wid. f ! Wo goes to do police station an tolls do peelers. But dey couldn't do nuttin. Dey couldn't catch a goil fa'nt-In fa'nt-In away. If de whole forcf was in ono of dese Sout American antrles dey couldn't catch yellow fever. Of course I mo super's sono an' so's Shimmers an Je coin' gone wid 'em. I don t care much for meself, but Shimmer's tak-3 tak-3 Z it too much at heart. But do next time I goes out lookin' fer leaks in a water pipe or calls on a frlen' fer an' hour or two, I goes in de day time. I useter fink do night shift at do hotel was a had one, hut no more day work fer me. I've got to be inside where de porter can take care of mo." |