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The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 13, 1913, LAST EDITION, Image 17

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jcWILLIE WONT PLAY IT AGAIN!
3, Saturday evening Willie arrived
Ihotne with his new suit, looking as
Jhough he had passed through a seri
ous, attack of trouble during the aft
ernoon, tit Was entirely riddled with small
holes which had evidently been cut'
Lout with grdat care. His long-Buffer-
ing mother wept when she beheld the
Ighastly condition of hia new "rig-
out." ,
i4Oh. Willie, what have they been
"doing to you now?" she wailed.
4)een-playing shops."
nut wnat nas mat got to ao witn
those holes that havC ruined your
jiew suit?"
"Oh, well, you see, motner, we
ere playing grocery store"
Well, go on, Willie."
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PRACTICAL ILLUSTRATION
Shamus O'Riley had just been in-,troduced,-forthe
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 man, what's tip withr
you?" he .cried.
"What's up wid me, is it? Am. not
I after losin' a finger?" replied Sham
ub 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 he blessed thing Tike this
wid my finger, when Be jabers,
there's another one gone!"
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PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT
Mr. Skruge was very angry.
He eyed his wife with the pained
expression of a man who finds that
he is not appreciated.'
His wife, as Usual, was asking for
more money.
"More money!" wailed Mr. Skruge.
"Today is Only Thursday, and I gave
you a whole half dollaf' on Saturday!
What on earth have you done with
it?"
"Done with it!" scoffed his wife.
"Yes!" howled Sknlge. "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
shall be a good deal better off than
many poor women who have to start
begging. You see, I'm gettipg plenty
of graetfce jrojl .,
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