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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, September 18, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 17

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new york. i wonder why sum men
always Bave there hot sketches until
they gets home and lets em loos on
U there wives which i woodent stand
2 for if i was a woman
now there mr wilkens who lives
neer our house & he's a guy who
woodent dare pull somthing on a man
at his wurk
" but when he gets home you'd think
f he hadta pull sum sarcastikal remark
t or the fambly woodent know he was
, bringing home the bacon for them
V the other day he yanks out 1 of
t his shirts and hollers his head neerly
off becaus it was all torn up
whats the matter with this, shirt
woman he yells -& his wife comes
rback with aneet but troo reply, she
says its torn
v well, mr wilkens bawls out, it is
torn i know that, it is all ribbons, cant
?you wash shirts no better than that?
V i left it hanging on the-drying line
''in the backyard, bis wife "ecksplanes
, to me it looks like you left it hang
jlng on the firing line at the front, he
hollers slamming hisdore Bhet
"Now then, young man," said the
angry farmer, "didn't you see ,that
board when you came trespassing in
these woods?"
"Yes, sir," said the culprit meekly.
"Well, what did ittsay?"
"I dunno. I was too polite to read
any more when I saw the first word
yas 'Private,; " '
A well-known New York artist re
cently paid a visit to the Kentucky
mountain country in order to paint
some pictures of the scenery. He
chanced upon a cottage among the
hilla. covered with wild honey-suckle
vines with which he be'came enchant
ed. Approaching this hut from the
pathway he saw a lanky mountaineer
sawing wood the dooryard. The
artist set up. his easel and began to
sketch in the cottage and trees. Fin
ally, the mountaineer approached!.
"What you be doin', .Mister?" h,e
asked, suspiciously.
"I am painting your picturesque
dwelling," replied the painter.
The hut dweller disappeared and
came back in a few moments with
his wife and daughter.
"Mind ye," he. said, pointing to the
painter at work. "I've got me wit
nesses your doin' this at your pwjx
wh are suianies )
gems wrrU7EH-L
. Vi. - jp.

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