Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 166: what you’re looking at

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“Wednesday night, an’ told him | him fifty dollars to come Up to Buffalo. The way he’s fixed he'd kill his grand- mother for fifty bucks. I had to wire him a ticket an’ pay his board. He sure was 4 dead ringer for Bozo when he was made-up. When Tremaine got wise I'll bet she let out a terrible holler. I just spent about a hundred, what with givin’ him fifty, an’ the fare both ways from New York.” ies he —<—e mn, * U ie) U is kind of a raw trick to pu “ Oh, it is, is it?” rejoined let me ask you. Is it half as ray for her to try an’ glom a tw : dred dollar stone off a poor old sa kKinkel?”’ - Cake oa BAKER AND BREAD-LINE E was a baker's apprentice And bent his Back to the mixing and kneading. Night after night he spent his Youth for the oven’s feeding. Night after night, night after night He sweated his soul and seared his sight, Sweltering, but succeeding. Journeyman then, then master; And faster He served the Molochian altar. Acolyte, exorcist, pastor, Telling the loaves of his psalter. Pan-load and man-load and tray-lead, Oven-load, counter-load, dray-load, Never a day did he falter. Then when the long vears had tired him. They fired him. Every job has its dead line; Past it. nobody desired him. So, in the charity-fed line. He of the mixing and making, He of the infinite baking. Stands in the bread line! Edmund Varae Cooke, icbooks.com