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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 13, 1913, NOON EDITION, Image 17

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WILLIE .WONT PLAY IT AGAIN!
t Saturday evening Willie arrived
'Kf&oma "with his. new suit, looking as
though he had passed through a seri
ous attack of trouble, duringthe aft
enioon.' It was entirely riddled with sma.ll
holes, which had evidently been, cut
-auwith great care. His long-suffering
mother wept' when she beheld the
ghasly condition of his new "rig-
out," i
- "Oh, Willie, what have they been
doing to you now?" she wailed.
' ''Nothing," said Willie ; "only we've
Jjeentplaying shops;"
f "But -what has that got' to do with
.All.thosohoes'that have ruined your
newfluit?"
-yftf weu, you. see,, motner, we
'were playing grocery store"
H& "Wall, go on, 'Willie." - .
jiheesei" . , . , (
PBACTJCAL ILLUSTRATION "-
Shamus 6'Eiley had just been in
troduced, foribe first time in his life,
to a circular saw, and the foreman
of the sawmills, after giving him the
necessary orders, left Shamus to his
work.-
Shamus was vastly interested in
the buzzing blade, and, his curiosity
getting the better of his discretion,
soon found himself minus a finger.
As he sat disconsolately mopping
the blood from his hand the foreman
reappeared, -
"Hello, my Juan, what's up -with
you?" he cried.
"What's up wid me, is it? Am not
I after losin' a finger?" replied Bham
us in great, and excusable, indigna
tion. ' .
The foreman frowned.
"And how on earth did you man
age that?" he asked angrily.
Shamus shook his head;
"Sure, and I don't know! I just
touched, the blessed thing like this
wxa my nnger, wnen je janers,
there's another one gone!"
PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT )
Mr. Skruge was very angry.
He eyed his wife with the pained
expression of a manwho find$ that
he is not appreciated.
His wife, as UBual, was asking for
more money.
"More money!" wailed Mr. Skruge.
"Today is only Thursday, and I gave
you a, whole half dollar on Saturday!
What on 'earth have you done with
it?"
''Done with it J'i scoffed .his wife,
v. "Yes!" howled Skruge. "That's
what I said done with it. Here am
I trying to do my duty by you and
the children, but, at this rate, when
I die you'll have" to beg in the streets
for the bare necessities of life!!'
"Well,'" sniffed 'Mrs. Skruge, "I
vshall be a good deal better off than
many poor women who have to start
begging, You see, I'm getting plenty
pf practice now!"
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