The Bad Boy at Home, and His Experiences in Trying to Become an Editor / 1885

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of spiders had ben fitin and got there legs in the ink bottel and crawled over bout a dozen lines. I arst the clerk wot it ment. He culdnt:

e distinguished guests, so I thot it'd do purty neer as well to intervue a

e bout the intervue was good, and its goin to be put in to-morrer mornins paper. I rite it down in y

od mornins, the Bu

ne of the biggest liar

I sit down on. 'Who sed so? Name him instanly, and I'll brand him as an infamous liar. Me, one of the biggest liars in America. It's mene, to, contemtabel. To think that I shu

s feelin like he'd mistakin his cal

nalistic onhers. Can you give sum points o

e: If Tallmage, in his sermin, sez he b'lieves there's a hell, you want to be sure to rite it up thusly: "Rev. Tallmage, havin just returned from a short visit, held his hearers spellbo

glass of beer, you wanter say: The barrel's ben tapped, and fabulous sums are bein expended

s got to turn into twins. This wuld be a case of magnifycashun. It shos jurnerlistick enterprise. Y, I've known cases where a puny 8-pound boy got to be bouncin triplets, mother and babies doin' well, all cos their papa had cents enuf to send sum wiskey 'long with the seg

goin' to be in the

d puttin' in a bid for the nommenashun for the Pres

lin' that you know, Mr. Perkin

tton, 'bout six inches square. 'Well I come down from Albanie on a sleeper last nite, and this morning I mistook one o

ins, wenever I run short