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one legg, i cant get no jobb"
tr well the counsel they took up
-'the matter and wot did they do
I but buy bill a wooden legg, and
- a feller give him a jobb, and he
rudident litter up the postofis steps
j with hisself no more for a spell
' but bimeby one- day there he
owas again, with no game legg,
and his hat out, and when a con
r'StabeL hauled him up befoar the
mayor, and! the mayor ses where
tis your legg, he hauls out a pawn
tickit for it
so the town got bill's leg out of
- hock, and he went to work, 4but
Jbe kept all the time doing that,
whenever he got.a big thurst he
would go to sum town near by
and hock his legg
now the counsel of perryville
has got tired of redeeming bill's
jdegg, ana wnen ne got it DacK tne
SEaund" there was carved into it
'these words in big letters:
"this legg is the property of
J the townof perryville, loaned to
iwni. tompson, ana is not to De
hocked, sold or traded without a
I majofrity vote of the town coun
sel" ...r
k ahd i dont cress bill will sret no
i''majorrity'yote johny
I o o
) The Mean Thing!
K .Fogg-has said,1-the meanest
things any man. was ever capable
of sayjng. When Mrs. F. left him
alone in the house the other
evening she remarked :
"You wont be lonely, dear?"
"No," he replied, "I shan't miss
4-you at all. .The, parrot, you know,
is here." Tit-Bits. , . 4 , t
LITTLE OLD NEW YORK
The Fortune. X
Geo. Forest, called from rail
road construction work in Texas
by the death of his uncle, stepped
from the train onto the platform
of the little Brampton, station.
"It's good to be home again,"
he told himself, "although I've
hardly been here two weeks in the
past five years. Still it's home,
the only real- home I've ever
known, and I'm glad to get back."
The pleasant-faced old station
master hurried up to ?him and
slapped him heartily on the back.
"Glad to see you . again,
George," the station master de
clared. "I don't suppose ydu're
going to be here long? I sym
pathize with you in your Uncle
Crawford's death, George," he
continued.
"Well, really," the young man
replied, "you know Uncle Tim
Crawford and I never got along
-very well together, and I must
contess that i heard of his death
without a twinge of regret. Pm
only here now because I m his on-
ly living relative, and he ought to
have a relation at the funeral.
And furthermore, his lawyers
seemed to want me badly. As to
being here long, I only wish I
could stay. This is my home you
know, and there's nothingvFd like
better than to settle right here."
"Glad to hear it, glad to hear
it," the station master replied.
As George walked slowly up
the main street of the town, num
erous other ofj- his boyhood
friends and acquaintances, met
him andutold 4riim heartilys thaj; '
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