Show grief that kills my poor boy said the beneficent old cler clergyman gym an who had encountered a oung waif sobbing in the streets what ails some case of dire distress has haa touched our heart chords no doubt no sniffed tile the lad ad youre clear oft off your base old me an snippy an de rest of de bellies tin canned the langvold mauga mang vold old yellow cur up at schwarz grocery and while old schwarz an de gang follo followed Ned the dog I 1 sneaked back to the grocey to swipe dried apples de rido chased into orchard find and tie fie gang cribbed crabbed de bellest peaches you eer seen ant an then dey smoked grapevine grape vine cigarettes cigar ettea and set tile the barn a afire alre 1 I made a bashay into tie de apple barrel at de grocery an de delivery boy pasted me with alth a bed slat and it hurts bet et and I 1 get to see de fire and get bothin to eat and I 1 wisht i auz dead doggone it all the bohemian magazine |