]
Gin a body meet a body
Cubbin' thro' the rye,
Gin a body tell a body,
"Seed 'em in full cry,"
Useless then to blame the puppies,
Useless too to lie;
Whippers-in can't _always_ stop 'em,
Even when they try.
Gin a body meet a body
Cubbin' thro' the rye,
What a body calls a body
Dare I say?--not I;
Farmers get distinctly stuffy,
Neither are they shy,
And Masters, when they're really rattled,
Sometimes make reply.
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BRAVE NEWS FOR PUSSYFOOT.
"A good many Church-people at home have been pressing
teetotalism, and are now pressing Prohibition, and it is
possible that they may succeed about the time when the moon
grows cold."--_Weekly Paper._
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[Illustration: THE MAN YOU GIVE A GAME TO.]
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[Illustration: "RIGHT-O. IF YER WANTS A FIGHT I'M READY. AN' AS WE'VE
ONLY ONE PAIR O' GLOVES, AN' YOU'RE THE YOUNGEST, I'LL BE A SPORT AN'
LET YOU WEAR 'EM."]
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THE MYSTERY OF THE APPLE-PIE BEDS.
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