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, and tie some boy's pants and shirt in knots, and yell that the police are coming, and all grab our clothes under our arms and run across lots with no clothes on, and get in a barn and put on our clothes, and d

rich you have got no appetite. You have heard of the roast beef of old England, but nobody eats it but the dukes and bankers. The working men never even saw a picture of a roast beef, and y

l loaves of bread and a penny's worth of tea, and that is breakfast, and if a man is working he takes some of the bread to work for lunch, and the wife or mot

cher would throw at a dog that he had never been introd

and every woman was drunk on gin. What there is about gin that makes it the national beverage for bad people beats me, for it looks like water, tastes like medicine and smells like cold storage eggs. At home when

they take a drink of gin, instead of smiling and smacking their lips as though it was good and braced them up, they look as though they had bee

people think they were enjoying themselves, or that they took it to drive away care and make them forget their sorrows, b

his career. And there are hundreds of thousands of people in this town who have no ambition except to get a bit of bread to sustain them till they can get a drink of gin,

a fit, and they would go to a hospital and d

kept looking back for fear one of the men or women would slit me up

ds across on your breast and notify the coroner, but your White Chapel murderer wants to disembowel you and cut you up into chunks, and throw your remains head first into something nasty, and if you have money enough on your person to buy a bottle of gin your murderer is as well satisfied as though he got a

ings that are not funny, but if you ever traveled abroad you will find tha

hings he thinks ail him. I took dad to the Tower of London, and when we got out of it he wanted to have Am

more things brought to a visitor's attention that

hard the Third, but I thought it was a fake play, and that there was nothing true about it, but, by gosh, it was right here in the Tower of London that the old hump-backed cuss mur

protecting them or ringing for the police? By the great hornspoon, you must have been accessory to the f

your pardon, don't you know, but h'l was not 'ere at t

two ago, and he gave the beef-eater a dollar, and he was so gratified I think he wou

laces where the heads fell on the floor. It seemed that in olden times when a king or a queen got too gay, the anti-kings or queens would go to the palace and catch the king or queen in the act, and take them by the neck and hustle them to the tower, and when a ki

re I stood right where her head was cut off, and I couldn't help thinking of how we in Am

veled in the scenes of the beheading. I never was stuck much on kings and queens, but it seems to me if they had to murder them they ought to have give

at home. When anything is born in the blood you can't get rid of it without taking a dose of patriotism and purifying the blood, and I

king that if you could catch a cripple who couldn't defend himself you would like to take a baseball club and maul the stuffing out of him. You become imbued with the idea that if you went to war you

er, and I would want to go home

his wife into the factory, murdered her, and is alleged to have cut her up in pieces and made sausage of the meat, given the pieces with gristle in to his dogs

s London does the tower, and you can go and see it, and feel that you a

d he said at times the spirit of the dead came back to the tower and occupied the armor, and I noticed that dad shied at some of the pieces of armor, so when we got right into the midst of it, and there was armor on every side, and dad and the beef eater w

and said, "Wot in the bloody 'ell is the matter with the h'armor?" and then a lot of other beef eaters came, and they thought dad was the spirit of King John, and they stampeded, and finally I got dad to stop praying, or whatever it was that he was doing, a

glish coachmen, and you won't hundredstand

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