The Goblin June-July 1922 . Willie! Come here this minute! Willie: Aw, you come here. Gruff voices below to the effect: All right, Jim,leter go, all set; well thats all to-day. Shrill voices below to the effect: Wheres my trunk? Mama, Jennys left her hat on the deck. . .... Buster, dont! you dare go near the water. Dogs bark, children scream, several people are push-ed in and the boat ploughs her way out, leaving behindthe mob—a sea of handkerchiefs. Why they wavehandkerchiefs I dont know unless its to show the worldthey own th^m. At any rate its an unsanitary custom.For all I know thats all p
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The Goblin June-July 1922 . Willie! Come here this minute! Willie: Aw, you come here. Gruff voices below to the effect: All right, Jim, leter go, all set; well thats all to-day. Shrill voices below to the effect: Wheres my trunk? Mama, Jennys left her hat on the deck. . .... Buster, dont! you dare go near the water. Dogs bark, children scream, several people are push-ed in and the boat ploughs her way out, leaving behindthe mob—a sea of handkerchiefs. Why they wavehandkerchiefs I dont know unless its to show the worldthey own th^m. At any rate its an unsanitary custom.For all I know thats all people at these hotels do— stand on the wharves and wave handkerchiefs. Theyare always on hand when you come and always therewhen you leave. Peace and Solitude, did I say? Iasked the Captain how many such stops there were. Seventeen, said he, Lessn we have a few specialcalls like up to Skeeto Harbor or Kozyholme. When, said I, does the next train leave for thecity? At mid-night, said the Captain. I took it. G—G—G. What can I get for this money, ?Four per cent.Ill take two cases. G—C—G My tongue was dry, my throat xvas parched; I Was a sun-burnt wreck.My collar, which at morn Was starched, Hung limp about my neck.Visions of foaming nut-brown ale Floated before my sight.Juggins, my friend, ivould never fail His friend in such a plight.Juggins, a drink! I hoarsely cried. But Juggins laughed Ho! Ho!Av1 m his chemical-French replied, Ive nothing but Ht eau. —Cinnamon. 14