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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 27, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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what are you doing here, the boss
says to hom, & hennery says well
you told me to wash all the gas
lamps in frunt & i have been doing
it but i dont want this job evry aft
ernoon the pore nut had washed the lamps
for the gas Co. for three miles
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new york a vung lad from some
littel town up m Vermont come to
this city last weak & he wanted a
job so he beets it to a employment
shop & lands a job with my boss who
has a home up in the bronnix
what the feller had to do was to
cleen up the plase, wash all the steps
and winders and porches, cut the
grass, carry out the papers and ashes
& run errands & do evry thing else
that the hired gurl cood pass along
to him to do which kept him busy
except when he was sleeping
yesterdy this guy picks out a p'urty
good job for his self & he wood be
going it yet, i gess, if the boss hadent
come home & called him off
in the A- M. the boss says, hennery
i want you to wash the gas lamps in
front of the house after you get
threw with your other wurk, & hen
nery says i will,
when the boss got hom at 5 his
wife says hennery hasent been neer
the house all afternoon & i have a
lot of work for him to do
that made the boss mad & he says
wate until i catch that guy i wilT fire
him so kwick it will make his head
he starts out and when he gets in
frunt he sees a naybor going by in
his gas cart who says to him what
are you so sore about & my boss says
to him about hennery i don't know
yrhere he is
o, thats the guy i saw down the st
there about four miles washing gas
lamps & my boss hops into the cart
& they beets it for the other end of
the st. & there they lamped han
nery washing the lamps
The Airedale
What is it, a doormat or a mop?
Neither, Edna, this is Mitz, the aris
tocratic frouse. The canine with the
arctic npse and the whiskbroom coat
of fur. The airedale is a very- dainty
dog, light on his feet like the usher
at the ball park. When he gallops
through the parlor the piano is the
only thing left standing.
Society people like the airedale be
cause it makes such a fool of itself.
(There must be sometihng in that
old strip of chatter, "Birds of a feath
er flock side by each.")
The under part of an airedale's
chin makes Niagara Falls look like
the Sahara desert. The airedale isn't
particular what he eats. Anything
suits him.
Airedales are very fond of children.
Get one for the baby.
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"What's the trouble, girlie?"
"Oh, Algernon, I'm afraid for you.
Father threatens to kick you into the
middle of next week."
"Well, my dear, if he insists, let
him do it. But hold next Wednesday
evening open for me."

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