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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 22, 1912, Image 21',
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I retired. My first night in the
open air was great, never remem
ber making a turn in the bed.
It seemed as though I hadn't
half enough sleep when it was 5
a. m. Nolan called a couple of
times, I was dead to the world.
.Waking up I found myself chilled
1 to the bone. He pulled the clothes
off me and I dressed.
Oh, but-1 was sleepy and it
was so cold. Dressing out in the
open is some different from steam
heat and Turkish rugs to step on
when you turn out in the. morning.
Since then I'have met the farm r
regulations; always the first one
at the table, and believe me I am
into the hay as early as any of
them. I do a lot of tramping,
horseback riding hunting, always
in-the open and eat like a horse.
I feel great already.
TO HOLD CONCERT DANCE
A concert' and dance for the
benefit of the Young Men's So
dality, Our Lady of Sorrows
church, will be held at the parish
auditorium, Albany avenue and
Jackson "boulevard, Friday even
ing, May 31. Hon. Edward F.
Dunne and wife will lead the
grand march. . v
Some perfumed clerks are a
Not onlydo manymen have
minds in politics, 'but the va-
riety of hammers seems to be
, ,V .,, .-,
THE WANDERER. '
Just a measly cur on the street,
With a bullet-hole in his head,
Lying here where the feet
Of the hurrying thousands
Lying here limp and dead,
"A waif" and a "mongrel bum."
But some kid's eyes are red
As he waits for his canine chum.
Just a measly cur in the street,
Frowsy and thin and marred.
-Not one of the "doer elite'
But somehow it's sort of hard
That a boy should lose his
Who played in the slums with
, For a childish heart is scarred
And a childish joy is dim.
Just; a measley cur on the street,
To be hauled, like the dirt, ,
No mor.e will his dog heart beat,
Nor his yelp resound at play.
He's only a mongrel stray,
Whom the law says to destroy..
And it's right, of course; but
I'll bet that it hurts some boy. ,
"Yes, before papa would con
sent to my -marrying George he
insisted -on looking uji his past I
"Mercy, that was risky!"
"But he didn't go very far. He
stopped just as he found that
George was the only nephew oi