| Show grief that kills my poor boy said the beneficent old clergyman who bad encountered a young wait sobbing in the what alls you some case of dire distress has touched your heart chords no doubt no sniffed the lad youre clear off your base old me an snippy an de rest of de bellies tin canned the mangy old yellow cur up at schwarz grocery and while old schwarz an de gang followed the dog I 1 sneaked back to the grocery to swipe dried apples de fido chased into orchard and de gang crabbed cribbed de swell est peaches you ever been an then dey smoked grapevine grape vine cigarettes and set the barn affre 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 1 dlan t get to see de fire and get to eat and I 1 wisht 1 auz dead doggone it all the bohemian magazine |
