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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, August 31, 1912, Image 11

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NOPE, THERE'S NO CHANCE FOR THE BOY
It's tough as the deuce to be a
. bQy
-'Cause- nothin- you do is-right;
Mother wants you at home all
day,
And Dadiceeps you in at night
lYou're called for this and you're
called for that,
You're always in a stew;
When anything at home goes
wrong, -,
Why, shucks, the folks blame
jou.
MYou act as servant to all -the
bunch, s
Run to the store all day;
'And when you go to the kitchen,
You're in everybody's way.
Poor Dad gets so impatient,
And Mother gets unstrung;
And then the hired girl, swears,
"By garsh,"
"That blamed kid should be
hung."
iYour sister keeps you chasin'
'roun',
The house to find her hat;
iYour brother keeps you goin' so,
You don't know where you're
at. Your teacher thinks you "'nine
tenths bad,
And that-you can't be taught;
And gosh ! when Icids play hookey
They're dern near always
f caught. ' -
o1-
Mrs. All talk (on a visit to view
house for sale) Oh, how beauti
ful ! How beautiful! The mag-
And then when you get out to
play,
Your troubles do not stop;
You can't play here you can't
play there,
So says the cortier cop.
Of playgrounds green the town
is. shy,
You're forced into the streets;
And even then the noise you
make, -With
disappointment, meets.
And last of all our troubles,
It's last, but not the least,
Has come a rummy order from.
The city's chief of police.
We boys had made a new device
And called it "Pushmobile;"
As soon as we goton the streets,
Why, someone had to squeal.
And now we're driven off thq
, streets,
To sidewalks we must-stick;
By gosh ! no matter what boys do,
Somebody has to kick.
Of course the lovely boulevards
Were made for 'millionaires,
And when their autos kill and
maim,
The police force,never cares.
The thug, the thief and robber
too, '
It's freedom he erijoys,
While this windy city's windy
chief
Is jumping on the boys.
o-
nificent view makes me perfectly
speechless. Hubby I'll buy this
bungaloo at once.

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