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Show JUST FOLKS By BdgM A. Qmee J j CLEANING THi; FURNACE. Last night Pa said to Ma: My dear. It's gettln' on to Fall, It's time I did a little Job I do not like, at all; ; I wl.sht 'al I wa.s rich enough lo hire a man to do The dirt; work around this house an' I rlcan up when he's through; But since I m not, l m !ruly glad that I am strong an' stout. An' ain't ashamed myself to go an' clean the furnace out." Then after supper Pa put on his over- - alls an' said He'd ivorli down in the cellar till twas time to go to bed I He started In to rattle an to bang an'! shovel there, !.n' the dust began a climbm up thiough every register Till Mr. ;-iil ' Goodness gracious! go' an" shut thos0 things up tight 1 m no II all be suffocated an' the house n ill be a sight." Then he carted out the ashes in a bnskel an a pall. An' from cellar door to alley he just left an ishv trail. Then he pulled apart the chimney, an' t.v full of something black. An' he skinner) most all h's knuckles when hf irieri I r. put. it book. We could hear hini talkin' awfull. an' I Ma looked at us un' .said ' I think It would be better If on children chil-dren went to bed v hi ii he came up from the cellar there were ashes In his hair, There were ashes in his eyebrows but' he didn't seem to care, There were a-shes in his mustache,' there were ashes In his eyes An' we never would have known him if ho d took us by surprise. "Well, I got It clean," he sputtered ' An Ma s:iid I guess that's true. rner the dirt was In the furnace but now most of It's on you." Cop right. 1320. by Edgar A. Guest i oo |