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. "Before we go any further,
the foreman says, "is this house
going to have any staircase?"
Uj v What do you mean r I asked,
f i surprised. "
now ao you get ?rom tnis
Q floor to the next one?" he said,
You go up the steps," I an
swered, real snippy.
"Show me them steps on this
plan," the foreman says.
But there weren't any on the
plan. I hadn't put them in. "That
is for the builder to look out for,"
I said. "Any builder Would know
the house needed stairs." I then
showed him where I wanted
them. " .
And then he showed me where
they would come up into the mid
dle of the bathroom; or, if any
where else inside, into some other
room.
The carpenters are loafing for
a week while I am trying t6 put
that staircase into the plans
where they won't have to go up
'the outside like a porchclimber.
(Continued.)
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NEW YORK LETTER
By the Junior Office Boy.
n. y., jooly 9. up at one of
them big apartment hotells on
W) Broadway they are telling a goak
on a very good-looking grass wid
der and a ung bacheller that
livesthere
evrybaddy in the place is laffin
exept them 2 people, they are
both of them as sore as a peeled
nose, and they aint speekin to
each uther, neither
at this place for several weeks,
and the feller he just come there
a cuppel of days ago
the uther evening a gent frend
1 of the lady came and had dinner
with her, and while they were
settin at the tabel he ses this
uther guy come into the dinin
room, and he ses to the skirt -
why, there is a old pal of mine,
bill smith, do you know him
the lady she dident know mr.
smith, so the feller called him
over, and he ses, till, i want you
to meet mrs. jones, a pertickler
friend of mine, both living in the
same house, you ought to know
each uther
sure mike, ses mrs. jones, set
down and eat with us, mr smith
so mr. smith he set down, and
mrs. jones she give him a sweet
smile and she ses, ime sure its a
pleasure to meet a jentelman liv
ing in this house after the expere
ance ive had the last few days
Why, wot is that, mrs. jones,
asks mr. smith
well, she ses, some boob hs
moved into the next room to me
that must have took a contrackt
to fet stewed every nite or forfit
a milyen dollers
he. comes in about 3)4 o clock
and falls over every blame stick
of furnitcher in his room befoar
he gits to bed
and when he has got his
drunken carkass planted in the
fethers, heven knows what he
dreems about, but Tie makes a
noise all nite like a drownding
hippopottamuss, my goodriiss
how can a man be sutch a beest
beleave me, mrs. jones, you
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