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t was in worse luck than thisonce I
got some work making paperflowers
and I made 'em in a room without
any fire in the middle of winter, but
nobody buys paper flowers any more.
They ain't got the money. We don't
need a fire now.
'You're looking better than when
I saw you last I thought I'd just
come and talk to you. I used to go
(A and- talk to Miss Murphy at the Hull
House. She was awfully nice, but
she ain't there now. She used to say
'God bless you' when I went away.
That helps some, don't it?"
Once again the faded blue eyes
filled with tears.
"People think because I'm little I
ain't strong. I can scrub or wash' or
irnn or do caretakine work. I eet
the civil service bulletin and I'm go
ing to take the examination for care-
taker maybe I can get that No, I
wouldn't have to pay for a license to
peddle if I got to do that My boy
went to school with Jimmy Bowler,
the alderman, and Johnny Powers
would help me get a license, too, but
I don't see why I can't get work
when I'm strong.
"You can write a story about jne if
you want; maybe somebody will give
my boy work or give me work. That
was a nice story you wrote about the
police taking in boys for nothing.
They do that, too. It's a shame,
"Well, ni go along, l got some
places to go this morning. I went
yesterday to a tailoring place where
they only have the floor scrubbed
once a month, but it wasn't time yet
"Good-by, Miss Whitaker. Do you
think if you write about me I might
get something to do? Don't forget
A that I ain't old and I can work and
my boy likes to work. He can do
most anything. He likes to tinker
around because he's nervous. I
HER HOBBY IS BUTTERFLIES
RniriiA Holwell. the clever Ieadf no-
lady with David Horsley's comedy
company at the new studio adjoining ,
the Bostock jungle, has a fad. Of 1
course, nearly every "movie" actress i
has a jfad, but Miss Colwell has one '
that is decidedly distinctive.
Butterflies appeal to her in such
a way that she has gathered a col
lection numbering thousands, and '
they are of every color under the sun.
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