Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . y, gillie, retorted the dis-satisfied one. Im going to New York. Youll be in the soup there, and thats no figure ofspeech, returned his brother. Ignoring this last witticism, the dissatisfied one con- tinued, Im tired of these old clothes and the rest ofthe has-beens around this town. New York is the placefor me. This is a pretty kettle of fish, said his motherfeebly. I want to hobnob with the big bugs at the swellhotels, he went on. Its plain to be seen that you are indeed a lobster—a regular chip off the old block, said his m
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Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . y, gillie, retorted the dis-satisfied one. Im going to New York. Youll be in the soup there, and thats no figure ofspeech, returned his brother. Ignoring this last witticism, the dissatisfied one con- tinued, Im tired of these old clothes and the rest ofthe has-beens around this town. New York is the placefor me. This is a pretty kettle of fish, said his motherfeebly. I want to hobnob with the big bugs at the swellhotels, he went on. Its plain to be seen that you are indeed a lobster—a regular chip off the old block, said his mother. Shetried her best to dissuade him from his purpose, but invain. The next time the lobster fishermen came aroundthe young man departed. But it happened that, on the way to New York, hegot into a fight and lost one of his claws. Being thusimperfect, he never got farther north than FourteenthStreet, and ended his days on a Bowery free-lunch counter. Moral—New York is a big place. MAN in Petuna drank gasoline by mistake, instead of coughing, he honks. Now, . YES, SIR-REE, HOOK AND ALL, AND HE WAS EVERY INCH OF TWO FEET I