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Show 'TWAS BUT A DREAM. Weary Willie stood in the road and watched the Easter parade go by, and when the fashionable folk had passed out of sight he sat down on the curbstone curb-stone and began to cry as if his heart was breaking. "Here youl" exclaimed a policeman who happened along. "What kind ot a jag is this you've got?" "I ain't jagged, boss," replied the weeping hobo as he wiped his eyes on his tattered old coat. "Then what ails you?" " ' "Dc sight uv dose swells brought twek de old times tcr me." ? t I 7 t ft V '-, j - "Why,- -you-re-crazyl" isaid the- po- I iceman. "You werenevcr dn, that I class, and well you knowjt " I "Wuzn't I ever like dem?" askcel I Weary Willie. I ''Certainly not You've been a bum and a soak and a gutter-snipe all your life' I "An arj; wuzn't I never a rich gent " d'at lived on Fift' Avcnoo n rode in me auto, an' went tcr church wid me I b'ilcd shin an' me high hat on?" "Never in your life." I "Gcetedcn I ain't got nothin' tcr feel bad about, after all," chuckled the tramp as a broad smite came over his face "Yer know I must hev I dreamrd dat I wuz once daf kind.uv a guy, an' me heart wuz fiuttcrin', am' I wuz'foclin' like a lost dog in a bliz- zard, when yer came along. So I I wuz always jest a good old bum, eh? I Well, dat takes ta big load pff me mind." I And Weary Willie shambled oftjutf I the street, whistling as he went. I Judge. I |