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title: 'The Day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, February 18, 1913, Image 17',
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A rough-looking man entered
the home of a gentleman in the
suburbs, and, seeing no one
around but a small boy named
Willie, said to him: "If you don't
tell 'me where your father keeps
his, money I'll knock your head
off an' afterwards eat yer."
''Please don't!" said Willie.
"You'll find all the money we've
got in an old coat in the kitchen."
Two minutes later a bruised
afld battered wreck was pitched
through the. front door of Willie's
me and sat in the gutter and
"That kid's too smart," said the
illl. i-xcvci :cwu a. uiu duuui i
he ol' man bein' inside the coat," I
They were poor, very poor. But
there could be ho doubt at all
that, with the men of the house
at least, football was the ruling
It was Saturday night. The
wife sat and wept on a kitchen
chair. Here her husband found
her when he returned.
"My dear, my dear!" he cried,
touching the weeping woman on
the shoulder. "Come, tell me
"Happened !" she exclaimed,
and her tears dried fast in the
heat of her excitement. "Just look
there," pointing to a yellow en
velope on the kitchen table.
"There's a telegram from our
Fred. He's broken his left leg in
that wretched football match,
and you out of work and all. O
ho o-ho !" And the poor mother
threw her apron over her head
and commenced to cry anew.
Father, meanwhile, had picked
up the telegram, only to throw it
down again with a sharp exclam
ation of disgust, while he remark
"Yes, that's all right; but he's
mighty selfish. He's forgotten to
say what the score was!"
"Too bad! Mrs. Smartleigh
always has such abominable
weather for her afternoon teas!"
"Yes; she never pours but it
Mary had a little lamp,
'Twas full of kerosene ;
One day the lamp it did explode,
Since then she's not benzine.