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Show GOT LEFT The Fair was over, but Mr. Cross was before the Police Court. "Is your name Cross?" "Yes'r." "You were at the Fair?" "Yes'r, but I didn't climb over the fence." "Why didn't you go home?" "Got left, I was helping to pack up a bedquilt [bed quilt] 3,000 years old, and got left." "After you got left you got drunk. The officer found you in a dry ditch on the commons, and some one had covered you up with empty barrels." "Ginger ale," suggested the prisoner. "Ginger bosh!" exclaimed his Honor. "You drank whisky, and your breath smells of it yet. How much money did you lose?" "T-h-i-r-t-e-e-n d-o-l-l-a-r-s!" was the long drawn reply. "And how can you get home?" "Beat the conductor!" "Suppose you can't?" "Then I'll foot it." "You may go, and I hope this will prove a warning to let strong drink alone." "Shall I write you after I get home?" "No, sir! Get your hat and make tracks. Bring out the next." - Detroit Free Press. |