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Show BRED IN THE BONE Lltlto Ikey, on the side walk in front of his home, with one foot extended, ex-tended, was strenuously endeavoring to defend himself from the bowls of several litlo rnfflnas who wero "beating him up." His lusty cries and yells brought his father's head to the windov. "Run queek, Ikey, into de house. Run away from de bad boys, queek" "I can't fader, I can't" Queek, I say, into de house " 'I can't, ' a fader, I can't, I say. I got my foot on t a nickel!" Philadelphia Ledger. f |