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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 23, 1915, LAST EDITION, Image 17

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T cops is keeping there eyes peeled
on the traits & ferries for you, boes,
so drop off in jersey & look up time
tabels to fla. an other gulif koast
states where its warmer and where
mr woods aint
neyv york. tuff luck fellers on the
cattel pullm'ans headed for N. y., tuff
luck is what i says & i hope you all
get a look at this here paper befour
it is too lait
but don't say that johnny never
tryed to put you hep, you otter kept
your gearyscopes up
boes, gaycats, stiffs & other nites
of , the road here's a tip off
keep a away from this big town
this winter
on the level, its going to be no de
sent plase for a gent what's looking
for 3 squares per & a flop at nite
without a hussel for em
by rites there ought to be put up
clear akross jersey a sine of the axe
which meens work
for that's going to be the rool in
n. y. from now on.
that aint no josh fellers, take it
from me strait, it sure is the goods all
wool & 36 mtshes wide
the big dick which is polise comis
shioner Arthur woods, says so, &
what he says goes in this lil ol burg
rite now
the big town used to be purty soft
for a bo, but no moar, the new rool is
pick and shovul, or siege an ax, take
your choise but do it in a hurrey
the dept. of korrekshun says rite
now that it cood use 200 strong arm
ed gay cats who have been leading a
healthful open air life out west all
summer, for they have a big mess of
stones what shood be maid litteler &
riker's iland has a lot of land witch
it wants cleared by a buntch of hus
key stiffs floating in
He was a witness in a case in the
police court.
"What is your name?" inquired
Prosecutor Robinson.
"Mah name?" from the darky in
credulously. "I'm talking to you," snapped the
"Well, suh, mah name is Hallowed
Hopkins," answered the negro.
"Hallowed Hallowed!" gasped
the judge. "Where did you get that
"Frum mah maw," answered the
negro. "It am frum de scriptuahs."
"From the scriptures? What part
of the scriptures?"
"Doan you-all rmembah, jedge,
wheah it says 'Hallowed be thy
Waldo Nell, do you like pie?
Nell You bet!
Waldo Well, run in and ast yer
mother fer one of her mince pies an
I'll give you a piece of it

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