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

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HEM BY THE COM

gement wen they name their baby's, so as fellus like me, wot is a yo

d out it was Mrs. Gould, that's my chum, Jimmie's mother. She was cryin orful, and wanted ma to come over to her house, cos Jimmy had got the nitemare from etin too much minsepie, and fell outer bed, and she was frade he'd brok his kneck, cos he hadn't spok a wurd sinse. I seen I had a chanse to distinguish myself, so I put on my cloes and run down

iscussin' probubillytees of a panic. The noose-boys was coinin' money sellin' our paper, singin' out "All 'bout the axerdent," and showin

and maid all the citie reporters hand in their resi

s goin' to bust up and pay ther creditturs 5 cents on the dollar, who should walk inter the Xchange but J. Gould himself. You never seen such a surprised crowd enyw'ere; they all thot it was his gost till he 'xplayne

advertising and Mr. Giliey warn't a bit mad, wen I 'xplained how it all happened, cos the

is. I feel orful proud of my chum now. I never know'd how much he was valewd before. You see now, Mr. Dir