“ Deacon Striper draps in to eat pop-corn wid me of a Friday ebening’, au* he hardly ffits out from under his hat befo’ he begins to tell what his first wife died of; how his second run away; how is third broke her leg by fallen’ off a fence and cost him 28dols. 14cents for doctor’s bill, an’ befo’ he gets frew you couldn’t make him believe but wbat de hull world was dead agin him. He predicts a late spring, a hot summer, poor crops, high prices, a bloody war, an goes home feelin’ dat he am stoppin’ on airth only to accommodate somebody.
“ X have ho sorrow of my own. I've been robbed, but dat waa kase X left a winder up. I’ve been swindled, but dat was I thought fo’ queens would beat fo’ aces. I’ve bet on de wrong hoes;' I’ve bought lottery tickets which didn’t draw ; I’ve bin sick unto death, and I’ve been shot in the back wid a hull brickyard, dat I do not feel sorry, an’ I do not ax fur sympathy. Pe world am plenty good ’naff far de elaee of people livin’

in it. Honest men am not lonesome fur company, an’ honest woman am sartin to be appreciated. De janitor will now open fo’ winders an’ we will purceed to bizness.’’ —“ Detroit Free Press.”

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