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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75295 ***
+
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber’s Note: This is a picture book. Most of the captions use
+slang and dialect.
+
+Italics are enclosed in _underscores_.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  _Yours faithfully,
+      M. Angelo Woolf_
+]
+
+
+
+
+                         SKETCHES OF LOWLY LIFE
+                            IN A GREAT CITY
+
+
+                                   BY
+                              M. A. WOOLF
+
+
+                               EDITED BY
+                             JOSEPH HENIUS
+
+                             [Illustration]
+
+
+                          G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS
+
+                 NEW YORK                        LONDON
+        27 AND 29 WEST 23D STREET      24 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND
+
+
+
+
+                            COPYRIGHT, 1899
+                                   BY
+                             JOSEPH HENIUS
+
+
+                   The Knickerbocker Press, New York
+
+
+
+
+                                   To
+                           ELIZA WOOLF HENIUS
+
+
+
+
+INTRODUCTION
+
+
+In presenting this volume, I have endeavored to honor the memory
+of a good man and a dear friend. In the tenderness, sincerity, and
+simplicity of his work are to be found the elements which were most
+conspicuous in the personality of the late M. A. Woolf, together with
+unostentatious charity and a humor, unique in contemporary art, which,
+while always manly and honest, possessed the power to move as well to
+tears as to laughter.
+
+The following selections were made from among the most characteristic
+of Mr. Woolf’s contributions to _Life_ and _Judge_, and a number of
+hitherto unpublished drawings.
+
+To all who by kindly suggestion and personal effort have assisted me
+in this compilation, I extend the assurance of my deep thanks and
+appreciation.
+
+                                                          JOSEPH HENIUS.
+
+  BROOKLYN, October, 1899.
+
+
+
+
+BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE
+
+
+Michael Angelo Woolf was born in London, England, August 27, 1837. His
+father was Edward Woolf, a musician of eminence, and a man of versatile
+talent in both art and literature. Michael Woolf was brought to America
+in his infancy; his talent manifested itself early, and he contributed
+as a young man to many prominent periodicals. For a number of years
+he turned aside from draughtsmanship to pursue an actor’s career, and
+two charming autobiographical reminiscences of this period of his life
+appeared in the _Saturday Evening Post_, of Philadelphia, shortly
+after his death. At the close of the Civil War, Mr. Woolf resumed his
+original profession, but turning his attention more to painting, was
+hampered by the remissness of his early training, and sought regular
+art instruction, for the first time in his life, at the hands of
+Edouard Frère in France. Upon his return to America he exhibited a much
+admired painting, “How It Happened,” at the National Academy of Design.
+In his later years he turned his endeavors almost entirely to the
+delineation of child life among the poorer classes; and his drawings,
+with their peculiar combination of humor and pathos, have become widely
+known here and abroad.
+
+Mr. Woolf died suddenly of heart disease at the home of his sister in
+Brooklyn, N. Y., March 4, 1899.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: HARD HIT.
+
+Miranda (oh, so deeply in love): “I can’t stand this suspense no
+longer! Ask her if all marriages is failures.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HARD HIT.
+
+“I say, mister, have yer got a penny walentine what rhymes ter
+Maggie?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: LOVE IS A FEARFUL THING.
+
+“If you please, sir: none uv us ain’t able ter sleep uv a night, an’
+we want ter know if yer ain’t got suthin what’ll cure us, an’ we can’t
+tell what’s de matter wid us.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+The innocent cause, who is paying a visit to friends in the village.]
+
+
+[Illustration: A POINT IN ETIQUETTE.
+
+“Kin I give him flowers if I’ve not been interdooced ter him?”
+
+“No, it ain’t good form even ter reckernize a man wot yer don’t even
+know. The best way is ter get ackwainted with the Dutch grocer where he
+buys his ’taters an’ herrinks, an’ let the interduction come through
+him.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A TERROR.
+
+“Jim, giv’ us a interduction.”
+
+“No, Tom, no. Yer don’t know her, an’ yer don’ want ter. She’s de
+ice-cream fiend of de ward; she’s beggared two newsboys an’ a Italian
+bootblack, an’ she’s a looking roun’ for another wictim.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: GALLANT.
+
+Girl.--“Don’t be frightened. He won’t bite you.”
+
+Boy.--“I ain’t askeered o’ the dog. I’m a envyin’ him, that’s all.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: EXCEPTIONAL VALUE.
+
+Nurse (in continuation, speaking of her brother in the wagon).--“Yes,
+an’ he ain’t got no wices at all; he don’t smoke, drink, or chew
+terbacker, an’ he don’t want no latch-key.”
+
+Friend (on right).--“Lor’, what a husbant he’d make.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“What is it, Lizzie, a boy or a gal?”
+
+“A gal.”
+
+“Dear, dear me! There’s some one else who’s got to worry about gettin’
+a husband.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A MYSTERY SOLVED.
+
+“Clara, it’s the likes o’ them w’ot makes so many of us young bodies
+ole maids. The fellers gets askeered o’ the milliners’ an’ the
+dressmakers’ bills.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE ONE THING LACKING.
+
+Patsy: “W’ot do de gals admire uv dose milingtary chaps, I wonder?”
+
+Jimmy: “It’s deir mustarchers, Patsy, deir mustarchers. If I had one
+dat bloke wouldn’t be in it wid me.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HARD HIT.
+
+Marriageable Young Man (on left): “What a wife such a woman would
+make.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Lillian: “’Ain’t that your brother?”
+
+Maud: “Yes!”
+
+Lillian: “Why don’t yer interdooce me?”
+
+Maud: “He’s a misant’rope; he’s been crost in love, and he’s giv’ our
+sex the cold shake!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Good morning, Adolph de Belfort. How comes it you are not at church
+this fine Thanksgiving morn. Have you nothing to be thankful for?”
+
+“For nothing as much as being able to count myself one of your most
+ardent admirers, believe me!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A SURE WINNER.
+
+Mentor (behind rock): “Hand her de bokay, Jimmy, an’ den t’row yerself
+at her feet an’ tell her yer life is mizzerable, an’ dat yer’ll chuck
+yerself in de ocean if she don’t have yer; an’ don’t forgit de sooicide
+rackit. Dat fetches de wimmin every time.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: C’EST L’AMOUR.
+
+“Mary, there is warious kinds o’ love. There is that love wot never
+wants nothin’ but love; then there’s a love wot’s simply lovely, it’s
+so pure an’ good. Such a love is like the stars wot shines in the
+infirmary in circumambulance space, an’ this is the hour for love, the
+sunset hour. Do you remember Gray’s ‘Elegy’ begins with the line ‘Wot
+Curtius told to Nell at parting day’?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Look at me, Lizzie; the gal wot gets me’ll have a snap, for I don’t
+chew, smoke, or git drunk!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: IN A TERRIBLE FIX.
+
+Young and Bashful Admirer: “If she should turn ’round and say to me
+that she loves me as she does that doll, what would I say?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A TRYING MOMENT.
+
+Maggie: “Lizzie, wuz you ever kissed?”
+
+Lizzie: “Only wunst in my life, an’ that wuz when I wuz in the
+horspital wid a broken arm; an old lady kissed me an’ I blushed like a
+child!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: IN SUSPENSE.
+
+Genevieve (at upper window): “Them’s Teddy’s legs if ever Teddy lived;
+what could ha happened; I wonder could he have committed soo-incide
+’cause I rejected him this mornin’?”
+
+(No! The afternoon was warm, and Teddy was taking a siesta.)]
+
+
+[Illustration: TO STOP GOSSIPS’ TONGUES.
+
+Horatio (to Lucretia): “As our engagement is not made public yet,
+you had better let go o’ my arm when we get a little nearer to the
+village!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Tommy, the doctors is sayin’ that kissin’ is apt to breed sickness!”
+
+“I know. But we men have to take risks in everythink!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: NOT DEAD SURE OF HER.
+
+“I wonder if she’d sic de dorg on me if I wuz ter fall on me knees an’
+tell her I love her?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“In this stocking, Letitia, you will find the hard savings of my
+lifetime,--two half-dollars, a silver spoon, a briarwood pipe, and
+a bottle of red ink; not much, I will admit, but enough to start
+house-keeping with if you will only say the word!”
+
+“Reginald Overbeck, you embarrass me! Think of the difference in our
+ages,--what will the world say?--take me, I am your’n!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: NO TRIFLERS WANTED.
+
+She: “I don’t mind walking with you, but for goodness’ sake don’t say
+you love me and ask me to wait for you--they all do that. If there’s
+any waiting to be done, wait yourself until you’re a man, and then come
+right down to business.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HOME, SWEET HOME.
+
+“Look, Adelaide, look! The boat is ready! Let us fly to yon foreign
+shore!”
+
+“Marmion Bludwurst, your appeal is in vain; I kinnot leave my home. It
+is unpossible!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: CHANGED HER OPINION.
+
+Ethelwynde: “They say she married a common mechanic.”
+
+Heliotroype: “Common, Ethelwynde? Why, he had spent all his life in a
+bicycle manufactory!”
+
+Ethelwynde: “Oh, heavens! Although a man-hater for years, I feel that I
+could love such a man as that with my innermost soul!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: PATRIOTIC.
+
+Boy (reading “Personals”): “A young man of means wishes to meet a young
+and attractive lady who would be willing to marry and spend part of the
+year abroad.”
+
+Young Lady (matrimonially inclined): “That’d suit me izzackly,
+exceptin’ the livin’ abroad. I’d rather go roun’ wid me basket in
+America, dan be presented to de nobility in London.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: T’ROWN DOWN.]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Genevieve Cassidy, you ask me why I have brought you to this spot.
+Look! That ball of snow contains the body of my rival, Homer Gallagher.
+The vengeance I have wroke on him fills my heart with joy, for I feel I
+am a step nearer my one great ambition.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+He: “Hortense Vaseline Debris, from this hour henceforwardforth we
+ain’t to each other what we wuz a week ago. I brand yer as a flirt an’
+a croquet!”
+
+She (haughtily): “As you please, Reginald Overton. There are others!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: PROOF CONCLUSIVE.
+
+Mediator: “He’s bin goin’ on like dat fer a week. He don’t get no
+sleep, but keeps moanin’ an’ mentionin’ yer name.”
+
+Lizzie: “Does he refuse his wittles?”
+
+Mediator: “Oh, no!”
+
+Lizzie: “Den it isn’t love w’ot’s a-worryin’ him. W’ot he wants is
+exercise.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: WHY IT WAS OFF.
+
+“W’ot’s de matter, Billy--is de engagement broke off?”
+
+“Yes; it’s no use payin’ intentions to a gal w’ot kin knock de head off
+yer with a simple lick, an’ dat’s w’ot she come near doin’ de last time
+I called on her. If I marries a gal I wants ter be boss, an’ if dere’s
+any fightin’ to be did I wants ter be champion.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A GUILTY PALM.
+
+“Feodora, yer have been a deceivin’ of me. Yer hand tells me yer have
+been married twicet!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A BIT OF ROMANCE.
+
+“What’s the matter, Tom--is yer engagement off?”
+
+“Aye, Simeon, it’s the old, old story. Famerly interference,
+mother-in-law, an’ all that sort o’ thing. It druv me ter drink, an’ I
+become a wreck, an’ she--she took to the Salwation Army!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THAT’S WHY.
+
+Boy (in background, to chum): “Why don’t yer go an’ knock de stuffin’
+out un yer rival?”
+
+Chum: “I’ll tell yer why. Did yer ever see him fight? I have.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: MEN WERE DECEIVERS EVER.
+
+Lopez Donovan (putting his face under cover): “By de holy smoke! if it
+ain’t my fiancee, Loriena Brady. W’ot will she do w’en she finds out
+dat my heart is marble an’ I’se t’rown her down for de little angel
+w’ot I’se a-pullin’?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Tom, she giv’ me the marble heart, the cold shake; them baloom sleeves
+is too much for her. (In a whisper): I want you to let me pull your
+sister ’round on that sled for a little while. I want ter make that gal
+jealous--it’ll break her heart!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TERRIBLE.
+
+Pamela O’Duffy (in wagon): “A clandesting meetin’! Oh, Algernon! Oh,
+the perfigiousness of man! And with a or’nary butcher’s daughter, too!
+Oh, this is much more than too much! (With theatric action and force):
+By yon flossy cloudlets w’ot wanders over yon Asia sky, I register an
+oath to jolt his jaglets’ footsteps night an’ day, to taunt him with my
+frenzied thumb until his life becomes a bird’n, an’ he seeks death in
+hor-r-r-rer, ’r-retchedness, an’ r-r-r-remorse!” (Faints.)]
+
+
+[Illustration: “THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE,” etc.
+
+He: “There’s the only girl I ever loved, an’ I dassent go near her
+’cause she’s gittin’ the measles.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: AFTER THE QUARREL.
+
+Niobe MacGonigal (on extreme left): “If he on’y knowed w’ot a wretched
+night I passed I wonder if he’d let me took back dem words I spoke?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: INGRATITUDE.
+
+Pythias: “Come along, Damon. She ain’t worth a second thought!”
+
+Damon: “To think she should treat me like this! Why, I started her in
+business; I stole that basket for her w’ot she goes a-beggin’ with.”
+
+Pythias (with disgust): “Bah! Wimmin is ingrates; they make me tired!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: AN APPEAL.
+
+“Maud Percy Sidney, listen to me. Me an’ my child is desolate since you
+have took from us our purtector an’ surport. If my words cannot move
+you, let the wasted form of this poor child melt your heart, if it be
+not made of adamank or cast iron.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: IN DOUBT.
+
+“Lizzie, you’re a woman o’ the world and what I’m a’ askin’ you is in
+strick conferdence, o’ course. Jim, there, has offert me his hand. (In
+a hoarse whisper): Do you think a woman would be happy with a man with
+legs like his’n?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: AT THE END OF THE SEASON.
+
+“Billy, now that she’s agoin’ away, I want ter tell yer that I wuz all
+broke up on that gal, an’ I would have married her if she had only
+given me some encouragement.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: BY THE SAD SEA SHORE.
+
+Argument: The last boat of the season is leaving, carrying away a host
+of summer boarders.
+
+Party on Rock (in tones of deepest anguish): “Farewell, Mercedes,
+farewell! In six short months you will have forgotten Vacopo the
+fisherman’s son, and my old age will be made a wreck!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: ’TWAS EVER THUS.
+
+Smitten Youth (who has been very attentive with flowers and
+huckleberries for a month past): “Hevings, Horatio, she must be agoin’
+to leave the place!” (Swoons.)]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE LOVERS.
+
+She (on right of picture, timidly): “Will Sidney forgive his birdie if
+she asks a favor of him?”
+
+He (warmly): “Sidney kin refuse his Hortense nothink.”
+
+She (with a choking emotion): “Then ask him to play a weddin’ march.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Say, Dago, could yer get a weddin’ breakfust ready at a hour’s
+notice?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+  THE FATHER’S DAY OFF           THE CHILD’S DAY OFF
+    A FRESH BOTTLE.                   FRESH AIR.
+]
+
+
+[Illustration: APROPOS OF THAT $50,000 TO CLOTHE THE ARMENIANS.
+
+Father Knickerbocker: “When you send to Armenia, let it be by way of
+Mulberry Bend!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“I wonder if I wuz all dressed up an’ put in a winder, if anybody would
+long to have me?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Has father got here yet?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Them’s for a funeral, I guess!”
+
+“Sure!”
+
+(With a sigh): “Ah, there’s some pleasure in bein’ a Fi’th Avenyer
+corpse!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+(At the ash-can): “De story-book says dat de prince married Cindyrella,
+but I don’t believe it; I don’t think he took no notice of her!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE DIFFERENCE.
+
+James: “Wot’s de matter; has he bin a-workin’ de growler agin?”
+
+Larry: “No; dis time de growler has bin a-workin’ him.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: RARE INNOCENCE.
+
+She: “Jimmy, is dere enny rinks open now?”
+
+He: “Naw, dey all closed more ’n a mont’ ago.”
+
+She: “So I t’ought. I wondered wo’t mother meant by sayin’ father came
+home last night wid a skate on.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE DAY WE CELEBRATE.
+
+First Boy: “Too much Santa Claus, eh?”
+
+Second Boy: “No, too much Santa Cruz.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HIS NATURAL BENT.
+
+Father (in high glee): “Vell, Repecka, unt vat do you t’ink ohf our
+Ikey now? Look ad him. He’s put on mine coat unt vest to make him look
+like a man, unt den got dree lemons for a sign, unt he’s shtarted a
+pawnbroker’s shtore on der sidewalk. Mark mein vords, he’ll haf der
+clothes off dem Cristian poys’ packs before dey goes away.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: PATERNAL PRIDE.
+
+“If there’s a child in the sixt’ ward kin bate that wan o’ moine at
+dhrinkin’, fetch him along, and I’ll set up the licker for the house.
+Ah! but it’s a proud woman his mother’d be this day if she wuz on’y
+aloive to see him!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Agnes, does your father drink, too?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“She must be getting better. It is the first time she has smiled.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TOO MUCH FOR HIM.
+
+“Come away, Nellie, come away! I can’t stand it no longer. The sight
+an’ smell o’ them cakes make me desperit.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TO BE ENVIED.
+
+“Hey, Jimmy, dat shop’s mighty lucky dese hard times.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THAT’S WHERE THE IRON ENTERED.
+
+“Jimmy, it ain’t the walue o’ the dorg w’ot I’m a-thinkin’ of, although
+that’s enough to break one’s heart, but it’s the chicking an’ the party
+o’ four grasses w’ot he’s got on his insides!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: LOST HER PASS.
+
+Boy (on extreme right of picture, to sister): “Wot have yer did wid de
+pennies w’ot I giv yer ter save fer de ice cream?”
+
+Sister: “Ow--boo-hoo-hoo! I put ’em in me mout fer safety, and I’ve
+swallered em. Boo-hoo-hoo!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TOO BAD.
+
+“Talk about cruelty ter young folks! I want ter know if dere’s anyting
+worse dan ter come acrost one er dem posters when yer dat hungry you
+could almost eat yer shoes.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HER SMALL WISH.
+
+“See w’ot I found in the ash-barril. What a pity it ain’t got no
+stummick!”
+
+“I envies it. If I didn’t have no stummick I wouldn’t want
+no grub!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TERRIBLE.
+
+“Yes, it’s just too awful to think I’ve got to grow so old that gents
+won’t make room for me in the cars!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: ON THE FRESH-AIR EXCURSION.
+
+Tillie (overcome of her free lunch): “Say, Maggie, run a pin in me. I
+must be a-dreamin’. This is too good to be true!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: AN ANXIOUS MOMENT. (_AT THE FRESH-AIR EXCURSION._)
+
+“Please, sir, I’s lost me ticket.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: SIMPLE STRATEGY.
+
+Emily: “Wot’s the use of yer standin’ an’ lookin’ in the winder when
+yer ain’t got no money?”
+
+Sophy: “Well, I’ll tell yer. I stand an’ aggrawate myself to that
+extent that the excitement of it gets me hungry, an’ I rushes home an’
+eats me dry crust o’ bread wid an appetite.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE TEMPTATION TOO GREAT.
+
+Ellen: “Why don’t you put a couple of oysters on those black eyes o’
+yourn?”
+
+Tom: “I did. I tried it twiced, but somehow I can’t never get them no
+furder up than my mout.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Boy: “He kin scare us with his racket, now, Em’ly, but in a couple o’
+days our stummicks will be his cemetary!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: BAD LOOKOUT FOR JOHNNY.
+
+“Come, Mariar--come quick! Johnny Atkins is a-buyin’ a apple!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“I seen yer buy de apple, Susy Roach, an’ if yer don’t gimme half I’ll
+rub aginst yer, an’ yer’ll catch der measles.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A BONANZA.
+
+“Mattie, come quick, an’ bring everythink yer can with yer! There’s bin
+a New Year’s party, an’ they’re a-givin’ away all the pidgins, toast,
+an’ wegetables what’s bin left over!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A GOOD TIME.
+
+“Bill, you wuzzent in it when you didn’t go to de picnic; dat’s right!
+Dere wuz pie--an’ cake--an’ limonade--an’ red an’ yaller ice-cream, an’
+I eat so much dat when I got t’rough I felt as dough dere wuz a duzzent
+angels a-sittin’ on me ribs a-fannin’ me stummick to sleep.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A MOMENT OF ANXIETY.
+
+“Will he dewour us, Jimmy?”
+
+“I dunno. He takes the Christmas turkey I got inside o’ me for quail,
+an’ you never can tell wot a game dog will do.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: AN EYE TO BUSINESS.
+
+“Hey, Chimmy, how’s dat for a t’roat ter holler extrys wid?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: QUITE HUMAN.
+
+“What makes a rooster crow, Billy?”
+
+“He’s got ter giv’ way ter his feelin’s. He can’t help hisself.”
+
+“But when the hen lays a egg he makes the most noise.”
+
+“Ah! That’s pride.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Nanny: “Drop that, Billy; drop it, I tell you! I don’t want you to get
+a taste for that sort o’ thing!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: PRIDE OF ANCESTRY.
+
+Rover: “My father took the first prize at the exhibition!”
+
+Towzer: “That’s nothing; my mother’s remains took a gold medal at the
+health-food fair!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: ALONE.
+
+Susy: “What’s he cryin’ for?”
+
+Nelly (in a whisper): “That dead dog wuz his chum.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TOO MUCH.
+
+Sue: “Maggie, would you rather die an’ be a angel with a harp, or have
+that weddin’ dress?”
+
+Mag: “Oh, don’t ask me! The temptation is too terrible!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: IN DOUBT.
+
+“What’s the matter, Tom?”
+
+“I’m in trouble. I don’t know whether I ought to die while I’m young,
+and become a angel, or wait an’ grow up to be a man an’ have a
+mustarche an’ side-wiskers.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: NAUGHTYCAL.
+
+“Tom, wot’s a spanker boom?”
+
+“Is yer mother a-livin’?”
+
+“Yes!”
+
+“Does she wear slippers?”
+
+“Yes!”
+
+“Well, then, you must be an awfully good feller if you don’t know what
+a spanker boom is!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Mother, I’ve a favor to ask of you. If you are a-goin’ to lick me,
+don’t do it with a slipper; it always unmans me.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”
+
+“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown all his
+owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be wearin’,
+an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t think it will
+be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A PLEASANT PROSPECT.
+
+“Say, pop, come out an’ down him. Jimmy Ryan said his pa could lick
+mine, and I said he couldn’t, and they’re waitin’ for you outside.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: LOOKING FORWARD.
+
+Aunt: “Well, Tom, how do you like your new little sister?”
+
+Tom: “Oh, she’s good enough as a kid, but just think what a trouble
+she’ll be when she gets a little older, and I’ve got to chase whistlers
+away from the front stoop!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Little Jimmy Carrol (to infant brother): “Oh, just wait till you git
+old enough to lick! Won’t you catch it? Mother ain’t give me a cent
+since you arrived.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A WORD OF ADVICE.
+
+“Knock him out wid an uppercut, Jimmy; an’ if in de excitement of de
+moment yez finds yez has got ter strike below de belt, hit so hard
+he’ll have spazzums an’ won’t know de differ’nce.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A DIVISION OF LABOR A CAPITAL IDEA.
+
+“I tell yer wot, Jimmy: tackle de dorg first, an’ when you’ve laid him
+out go fer de feller, an’ after you’ve got him on de groun’ wid yer
+foot over his mout’ ter keep him from a-hollerin’, I’ll sneak up an’
+grab de flowers wot he’s got an’ run home wid ’em.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Peacemaker: “Just read that motter, an’ then go an’ make up fren’s
+agin!”
+
+Hopeless: “Oh, that sayin’s good enuff to read, but yer can’t make me
+berlieve that a small piece of chewin’ gum is plenty for two, nohow!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“You dassent come over on this side of the street, so you dassent!”
+
+Voice from over the way: “Why dassent I?”
+
+Voice from barrel (in whisper): “Make it a objict for him to come
+acrost: tell him you kin lick him wid yer little finger!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: JUST THE THING.
+
+Boy (calmly): “Say, Tilly, I want ter tell yer somethink: you’re so
+full o’ fight you ought ter go ter some recruitin’ office an’ offer yer
+services ter the government. Uncle Sam is just a-dyin’ ter git hold o’
+such folks as you.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: PRECAUTIONARY.
+
+“Who’s he, Bill?”
+
+“I dunno. I never see him afore.”
+
+“Well, let’s slug him, anyhow, or else he’ll be puttin’ on airs.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Vendor: “You leetel girla musta move away!”
+
+Miss Casey (from de Fourt’): “Move away? You Dagos is a puttin’
+on airs, ain’t you? I may not be a millyunyair, an’ I may not eat
+charlotty roosters or drink lemon phosphiks, but I ain’t a-goin’ to
+let no Dago give me points wot to do, an’ doan’t yer forgit it!”
+(Exits, muttering something about “bringin’ de gang aroun’ an’ cleanin’
+somebody out.”)]
+
+
+[Illustration: STARS AND STRIPES.
+
+First Little Girl: “My father was fighting for three years. He carried
+the stars and stripes, and he’s got the flag yet.”
+
+Second Little Girl: “My father was in for fighting for six years, and
+he carries stripes yet. He’s got a striped suit now.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A CLIPPING FROM DOOGAN’S “MIRROR OF FASHION.”
+
+“Madame Duffi, Corque, has opened a millinery establishment in Doogan
+Alley, and her door is besieged the entire day by the bon-ton of that
+swell neighborhood.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE ENVY OF THE ALLEY.
+
+An Easter hat and a bunch of violets.]
+
+
+[Illustration: OH! THE SHAME OF IT.
+
+Polly: “See here, Feodora, it’s a no use o’ your standin’ there wid
+your arms crosst like a Wenus der Milo a-puttin’ on airs. I’ll give
+you a pointer: nusses has feelinks just the same as other folks, an’ I
+won’t take none o’ your sass, an’ don’t yer forgit it!”
+
+Feodora (with intense bitterness): “Nothink can’t be expected better of
+no one who so far forgits herself as to take care of Chinee h’infants.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: VERY APPARENT.
+
+“It’s easy to see, Hattie, that she hasn’t moved in the best
+society!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“My own cousin, an’ she didn’t reckernize me!”
+
+“Don’t mind it, Sally; wimmin isn’t accountable for what they does when
+they gets a Mary de Medicine collar on for the first time!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Hey, Jimmy, ain’t yer a-rushin’ the season?”
+
+“Rushin’ the season? Naw! When I picked out a suit at the clothin’
+fund, it was a warm day, an’ I wanted to look swell!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE DIGNITY OF POWER.
+
+Chorus: “Who is she, anyhow?”
+
+Tilly MacAllister: “She comes from Philadelphia, an’ her father’s a
+butcher. She wants to get into our set, but we ain’t got no use for
+butchers’ daughters nor Quakers.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A GENEROUS OFFER.
+
+“I say, mister, how’s that fer a dog-cart, eh? Jump right in an’ I’ll
+take yer where yer a-goin’, an’ I won’t charge yer a cent. An’ yer’ll
+have the company of the lady the whole way.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“It’s a wonderful sight, eh, Susanne?”
+
+“Won-der-ful!”
+
+“I dunno how it is with you wimmin folks, but it makes us men feel
+awful insiggernifikint!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: “EVEN SUPPOSING.”
+
+Bleak House Boy (to Digby, who set out to enjoy in quietness a sand
+and sun bath): “Supposin’ I wuz to tell you the entire willage is gone
+on a pic-nic, an’ supposin’ I wuz to brace you for fifty cents, an’
+then supposin’ you cussed a bit an’ refused to giv’ it, wot’d you do
+supposin’ I set my dog on you?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A HOLIDAY DREAM.
+
+Em’ly: “Yer see I wuz carried away on a yaller cloud into a big open
+blue place where there wuz nothin’ but dolls--blondes, bluenettes,
+niggers, an’ Chinese; and Santa Claus took me by the hand an’ led me up
+to one o’ the most beautifullest dolls I ever seen, all gold lace an’
+spangles, an’ it could talk an’ sing, too. (In rapture): Oh, it wuz too
+loverly for anythink! An’ Santa Claus wuz just puttin’ it into my hands
+when I woked up!”
+
+Chorus: “Oh, what a shame! Didn’t yer want ter die?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A MOMENT OF ENVY.
+
+Boy (from Country Circus tent): “Hey fellers, run home an’ get de money
+to come in even if yer have ter steal it! It’s immense! De clown’s
+a-standin’ on his head an’ de baby elephant’s a-chuckin’ a pint o’ pop
+corn into his ears! Don’t yer wish’ t yer wuz me?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HER FIRST RIDE.
+
+“Oh, this is heavinkly, perfectly heavinkly!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A REGRET.
+
+“Oh, Milly, what a pity it is that our folks is so healthy, an’ sich
+long livers!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HER CONSERVATORY.]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Say, miss, don’t yer want ter fight dogs?”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Say, boss, I’s got ter raise five cents for chewin’ gum, even if I has
+to put me child in hock.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TEN CENTS’ WORTH.
+
+Consuelo (reading): “The viz-count entered the apartment with a languid
+h’air, and puffed his cigaroot with wiolence. ‘Air you alone?’ he
+inkwired in a nongshallnot manner of the countiss. She rose from the
+turkeys otterman with a diluted nostril, her eyes flashed with a fire
+which almost consoomed their lids, and shakin’ her jewilled left hand
+in the viz-count’s face, she gave a majestic sweep with her right foot
+an’ lef’ the room.”
+
+Omnes: “My!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: WHEN THE THERMOMETER IS MELTING IN THE SHADE.
+
+“Oh! But this is bully; it’s more coolin’ than ice-cream, an’ makes me
+feel better ’n pink leminade does!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A LIFE SAVER.
+
+“Sam, will yer go out inter deep water an’ make believe yer drowdin’? I
+want ter try my dog.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Boy: “Hey, Juliet, is you a-postin’ dat to yer Romeo?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A BAD PART.
+
+“Say, Tom, pretend yer a Spaniard, an’ let de gang play wid yer fer
+five minits.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: HIS SIMPLE WISH.
+
+Jacky: “Hey, Jimmy! Wot’d yer do if yer wuz as strong as dat?”
+
+Jimmy: “Why, I’d go down ter de school an’ take de teacher atween me
+teet’ an’ knock de stuffin’ out him.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: TONY DUFFY’S ORATION.
+
+“Fellers! De gang has lost its pup! He scrapped wid a bull tarrier, an’
+got it in de neck. He wuz a torrowbred, a chim dandy; a t’ree-times
+winner way up to de limit. He had a head on to him wot wuz almost
+hooman. I ain’t a-talkin’ troo me hat; I ain’t a-givin’ guff; I’m
+a-givin’ it to yer straight--he wuz a corker. Der Wanderbilts or Asters
+didn’t have de plunks ter buy dat pup--dat’s straight. He wuz way up in
+G--are yous wid me? His deat’ has broke me up; don’t jolly me--not on
+yer life. Yous wot has lungs chip in wid a song, sunthin’ sollum,--‘Ole
+Dog Tray,’ or ‘Sweet Maree,’--an’ den we’ll plant him. Fellers, I’se
+lost me grip; me name is Dennis--I’m all broke up. I’ll go chase myself
+an’ have a game o’ craps. S’ long!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“I tell yer Sandow isn’t in it wid him. He takes de kid an’ chucks him
+in de air, den he turns a han’spring an’ drinks a can o’ cold tomatter
+soup afore de kid reaches de groun’.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A PRIVATE EXHIBITION.
+
+Master of Ceremonies: “De nex’ shot which me brudder de infant
+phenomenal will preform is to carrum wid de ball on de bottle an’ de
+lamp, an’ take de chimney off de lamp widout breakin’ of it, or puttin’
+de light out. De shot is not on’y differcult, but marvelyous!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS.
+
+“It’s no use talking, Ellen Jane, the young men are not as sociable as
+they were when we were girls. I haven’t had a solitary visitor this
+week. How to account for it I don’t know; such a thing hasn’t happened
+for years!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: A WARNING.
+
+Boy (reading paper): “The war cloud between the States and Italy has
+not dispersed as yet--”
+
+Patriot Youth (falling on knees): “Let forrin despots tremble, for in
+case of war I solemmy promise to raise a rigimint an’ lead it merself;
+let mer oath be registered!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: SIC EUNT FATA HOMINUM.
+
+Judge (on box): “Read the charges against Vladimir Casey!”
+
+Clerk (reading): “Firstly: He is charged wid losin’ interest in de
+gang, an’ has been stealin’ from de corner groceries for strange
+parties; An’ whereover: It has bin discover’t dat he kin be bribed wid
+a lemon; An’ whereas: He has given Mag Skelly de marble heart an’ has
+nearly kilt her; An’ fourthly: When de gang had a pedlar down on de
+sidewalk an’ was goin’ t’rough him, he refoosed to take a han’; An’ ter
+conclood: He ain’t fit ter be our capt’in no longer, an’ it is moved by
+de gang dat he gits it in de neck, an’ is furdermore removed from his
+official office!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Girl: “Please, ’m, give me an’ me brudders an’ sisters suthin’?”
+
+Lady: “Why, you’re not all one family, surely?”
+
+Girl (unblushingly): “Yes, ’m, we’s all twins!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Is your father goin’ to take in boarders this summer?”
+
+“I guess so”; (with a wink) “he took in a lot last year, you know.”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+Dennis (a green hand, to whom the speaking-pipe is an unexplored
+mystery): “I’d give me month’s wages to foind out how the divil the
+boss iver managed to shqueeze himself into that bit iv a poipe!”]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“Well, Tom, what sort o’ Fourth did you have?”
+
+Tom: “Are yer blind?”]
+
+
+[Illustration: ALONE AT THE RAILROAD STATION.--THANKSGIVING DAY.]
+
+
+[Illustration: CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES: LIVING PICTURES AT DOOHIGAN’S
+HALL.
+
+_Adam and Eve in the Garden of Paradise._
+
+Adam: Master Phelim Grogan.
+
+Eve: Miss Daisy Shaughnessy.]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.
+
+“Oh, if he would only look this way!”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE EMPTY STOCKING.]
+
+
+[Illustration: HOPE.]
+
+
+[Illustration:
+
+“If yer please, mum, Santa Claus can’t get into our room ’cause they
+ain’t no chimley, an’ I want ter know if yer won’t hang up this
+stockin’ when yer a-hangin’ up the children’s, an’ I’ll call in the
+mornin’ fer it.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: ST. VALENTINE’S DAY AT THE “BEND.”
+
+Tom (to Alice): “If he knew he had that pinned to him he’d be wild.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE FINAL REHEARSAL.--THE SUPREME MOMENT.
+
+Author and Stage Manager (to Orchestra): “When de lady says, ‘Lord
+Ashleigh Baxter, I am a orfun, but I never kin be yourn,’ an’ he says,
+‘Ha, ha, ha, you are alone beneat’ my roof an’ unpurtected,’--I want
+you to rattle off some music wot’ll giv’ Biddy, de fait’ful servant,
+lots o’ time to rush in an’ t’row Baxter to de groun’.”]
+
+
+[Illustration: THE WORLD BEFORE HER.]
+
+
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75295 ***
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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75295 ***</div>
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+<div class="chapter section transnote">
+<h2 id="Transcribers_Notes">Transcriber’s Note</h2>
+
+<p>This is a picture book.</p>
+
+<p>Most of the captions use slang and dialect.</p>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="coversmall" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 35em;">
+  <img src="images/coversmall.jpg" width="926" height="800" alt="">
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="frontis" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/frontis.jpg" width="1632" height="2830" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>
+<i>Yours faithfully,<br>
+<span class="in4">M. Angelo Woolf</span></i>
+</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
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+<h1>
+SKETCHES OF LOWLY LIFE<br>
+<span class="smaller">IN A GREAT CITY</span></h1>
+
+<p class="p2 vspace large"><span class="small">BY</span><br>
+M. A. WOOLF</p>
+
+<p class="p1"><span class="smaller">EDITED BY</span><br>
+JOSEPH HENIUS</p>
+
+<figure id="i_" class="figcenter p2 nobreak" style="max-width: 19em;">
+  <img src="images/i_000.jpg" width="1212" height="1039" alt="crying boy and boy talking with girl (see Proof Inclusive on page 39)">
+</figure>
+
+<p class="p1"><span class="larger">G. P. PUTNAM’S SONS</span><br>
+
+<span class="pubb">
+  <span class="in2">NEW YORK</span><span class="ina l3">LONDON</span><br>
+  <span class="xsmall">27 AND 29 WEST 23D STREET<span class="inb">24 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND</span></span>
+</span>
+<span class="pube"><span class="center">
+  NEW YORK<br>
+  <span class="xsmall">27 AND 29 WEST 23D STREET</span><br>
+  LONDON<br>
+  <span class="xsmall">24 BEDFORD STREET, STRAND</span>
+  </span>
+</span>
+</p>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter section p4 center small vspace">
+<p>
+COPYRIGHT, 1899<br>
+BY<br>
+JOSEPH HENIUS</p>
+
+<p class="p4">
+The Knickerbocker Press, New York
+</p>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter section center vspace wspace">
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">To</span><br>
+ELIZA WOOLF HENIUS
+</p>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_v">v</span></p>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="INTRODUCTION">INTRODUCTION</h2>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">In</span> presenting this volume, I have endeavored to honor the memory of a good man and
+a dear friend. In the tenderness, sincerity, and simplicity of his work are to be found the
+elements which were most conspicuous in the personality of the late M.&nbsp;A. Woolf, together
+with unostentatious charity and a humor, unique in contemporary art, which, while always
+manly and honest, possessed the power to move as well to tears as to laughter.</p>
+
+<p>The following selections were made from among the most characteristic of Mr. Woolf’s
+contributions to <i>Life</i> and <i>Judge</i>, and a number of hitherto unpublished drawings.</p>
+
+<p>To all who by kindly suggestion and personal effort have assisted me in this compilation,
+I extend the assurance of my deep thanks and appreciation.</p>
+
+<p class="right">
+<span class="smcap">Joseph Henius.</span>
+</p>
+
+<p>
+<span class="smcap">Brooklyn</span>, October, 1899.
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_vii">vii</span></p>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="BIOGRAPHICAL_NOTE">BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE</h2>
+
+<p><span class="firstword">Michael Angelo Woolf</span> was born in London, England, August 27, 1837. His father
+was Edward Woolf, a musician of eminence, and a man of versatile talent in both art and
+literature. Michael Woolf was brought to America in his infancy; his talent manifested itself
+early, and he contributed as a young man to many prominent periodicals. For a number of
+years he turned aside from draughtsmanship to pursue an actor’s career, and two charming
+autobiographical reminiscences of this period of his life appeared in the <i>Saturday Evening
+Post</i>, of Philadelphia, shortly after his death. At the close of the Civil War, Mr. Woolf resumed
+his original profession, but turning his attention more to painting, was hampered by
+the remissness of his early training, and sought regular art instruction, for the first time in
+his life, at the hands of Edouard Frère in France. Upon his return to America he exhibited
+a much admired painting, “How It Happened,” at the National Academy of Design.
+In his later years he turned his endeavors almost entirely to the delineation of child life
+among the poorer classes; and his drawings, with their peculiar combination of humor and
+pathos, have become widely known here and abroad.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Woolf died suddenly of heart disease at the home of his sister in Brooklyn, N.&nbsp;Y.,
+March 4, 1899.</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">1</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_1" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_001.jpg" width="1425" height="1733" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HARD HIT.</p>
+
+<p>Miranda (oh, so deeply in love): “I can’t stand this suspense
+no longer! Ask her if all marriages is failures.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_1r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_001r.jpg" width="1377" height="1635" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HARD HIT.</p>
+
+<p>“I say, mister, have yer got a penny walentine what
+rhymes ter Maggie?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">3</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_3" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 36em;">
+  <img src="images/i_003.jpg" width="2252" height="2155" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>LOVE IS A FEARFUL THING.</p>
+
+<p>“If you please, sir: none uv us ain’t able ter sleep uv a night, an’ we want ter know if yer
+ain’t got suthin what’ll cure us, an’ we can’t tell what’s de matter wid us.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_3r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 14em;">
+  <img src="images/i_003r.jpg" width="868" height="1248" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>The innocent cause, who is paying
+a visit to friends in the village.</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">5</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_5" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_005.jpg" width="1381" height="1523" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A POINT IN ETIQUETTE.</p>
+
+<p>“Kin I give him flowers if I’ve not been interdooced
+ter him?”</p>
+
+<p>“No, it ain’t good form even ter reckernize a man wot
+yer don’t even know. The best way is ter get ackwainted
+with the Dutch grocer where he buys his ’taters an’ herrinks,
+an’ let the interduction come through him.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_5r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 30em;">
+  <img src="images/i_005r.jpg" width="1883" height="1462" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A TERROR.</p>
+
+<p>“Jim, giv’ us a interduction.”</p>
+
+<p>“No, Tom, no. Yer don’t know her, an’ yer don’ want ter. She’s de
+ice-cream fiend of de ward; she’s beggared two newsboys an’ a Italian
+bootblack, an’ she’s a looking roun’ for another wictim.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">7</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_7" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 35em;">
+  <img src="images/i_007.jpg" width="2228" height="1341" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>GALLANT.</p>
+
+<p>Girl.—“Don’t be frightened. He won’t bite
+you.”</p>
+
+<p>Boy.—“I ain’t askeered o’ the dog. I’m a
+envyin’ him, that’s all.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_7b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 36em;">
+  <img src="images/i_007b.jpg" width="2242" height="1107" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>EXCEPTIONAL VALUE.</p>
+
+<p>Nurse (in continuation, speaking of her
+brother in the wagon).—“Yes, an’ he ain’t got
+no wices at all; he don’t smoke, drink, or
+chew terbacker, an’ he don’t want no latch-key.”</p>
+
+<p>Friend (on right).—“Lor’, what a husbant
+he’d make.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">9</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_9" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_009.jpg" width="1414" height="1447" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“What is it, Lizzie, a boy or a gal?”</p>
+
+<p>“A gal.”</p>
+
+<p>“Dear, dear me! There’s some one else who’s got to
+worry about gettin’ a husband.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_9r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_009r.jpg" width="1636" height="1211" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A MYSTERY SOLVED.</p>
+
+<p>“Clara, it’s the likes o’ them w’ot makes so many of us young
+bodies ole maids. The fellers gets askeered o’ the milliners’ an’
+the dressmakers’ bills.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">11</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_11" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 33em;">
+  <img src="images/i_011.jpg" width="2066" height="1634" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE ONE THING LACKING.</p>
+
+<p>Patsy: “W’ot do de gals admire uv dose milingtary chaps, I wonder?”</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy: “It’s deir mustarchers, Patsy, deir mustarchers. If I had one dat bloke
+wouldn’t be in it wid me.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">13</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_13" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 51em;">
+  <img src="images/i_013.jpg" width="3221" height="1565" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HARD HIT.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Marriageable Young Man (on left): “What a wife such a woman would make.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">15</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_15" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_015.jpg" width="1635" height="1187" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Lillian: “’Ain’t that your brother?”</p>
+
+<p>Maud: “Yes!”</p>
+
+<p>Lillian: “Why don’t yer interdooce me?”</p>
+
+<p>Maud: “He’s a misant’rope; he’s been crost in love, and
+he’s giv’ our sex the cold shake!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_15r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_015r.jpg" width="1626" height="1243" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Good morning, Adolph de Belfort. How comes it you are not
+at church this fine Thanksgiving morn. Have you nothing to be
+thankful for?”</p>
+
+<p>“For nothing as much as being able to count myself one of
+your most ardent admirers, believe me!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_17" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 47em;">
+  <img src="images/i_017.jpg" width="2951" height="1437" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A SURE WINNER.</p>
+
+<p>Mentor (behind rock): “Hand her de bokay, Jimmy, an’ den t’row yerself at her feet an’ tell her
+yer life is mizzerable, an’ dat yer’ll chuck yerself in de ocean if she don’t have yer; an’ don’t forgit
+de sooicide rackit. Dat fetches de wimmin every time.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">19</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_19" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 19em;">
+  <img src="images/i_019.jpg" width="1215" height="925" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p><span lang="fr">C’EST L’AMOUR.</span></p>
+
+<p>“Mary, there is warious kinds o’ love. There
+is that love wot never wants nothin’ but love; then
+there’s a love wot’s simply lovely, it’s so pure an’
+good. Such a love is like the stars wot shines in
+the infirmary in circumambulance space, an’ this is
+the hour for love, the sunset hour. Do you remember
+Gray’s ‘Elegy’ begins with the line ‘Wot
+Curtius told to Nell at parting day’?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_19r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_019r.jpg" width="1627" height="1290" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Look at me, Lizzie; the gal wot gets me’ll have a snap,
+for I don’t chew, smoke, or git drunk!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">21</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_21" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_021.jpg" width="2472" height="1492" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>IN A TERRIBLE FIX.</p>
+
+<p>Young and Bashful Admirer: “If she should turn ’round and say to me
+that she loves me as she does that doll, what would I say?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_23" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_023.jpg" width="1830" height="1329" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A TRYING MOMENT.</p>
+
+<p>Maggie: “Lizzie, wuz you ever kissed?”</p>
+
+<p>Lizzie: “Only wunst in my life, an’ that wuz when I wuz in the
+horspital wid a broken arm; an old lady kissed me an’ I blushed like a
+child!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_23r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 20em;">
+  <img src="images/i_023r.jpg" width="1272" height="1645" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>IN SUSPENSE.</p>
+
+<p>Genevieve (at upper window): “Them’s Teddy’s
+legs if ever Teddy lived; what could ha happened; I
+wonder could he have committed soo-incide ’cause
+I rejected him this mornin’?”</p>
+
+<p>(No! The afternoon was warm, and Teddy was
+taking a siesta.)</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">25</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_25" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_025.jpg" width="1372" height="911" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TO STOP GOSSIPS’ TONGUES.</p>
+
+<p>Horatio (to Lucretia): “As our engagement is not
+made public yet, you had better let go o’ my arm when
+we get a little nearer to the village!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_25r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_025r.jpg" width="1633" height="1254" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Tommy, the doctors is sayin’ that kissin’ is apt to breed
+sickness!”</p>
+
+<p>“I know. But we men have to take risks in everythink!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">27</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_27" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_027.jpg" width="2393" height="1543" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>NOT DEAD SURE OF HER.</p>
+
+<p>“I wonder if she’d sic de dorg on me if I wuz ter fall on me knees an’ tell her I love her?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">29</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_29" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 44em;">
+  <img src="images/i_029.jpg" width="2782" height="1614" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“In this stocking, Letitia, you will find the hard savings of my lifetime,—two half-dollars, a silver
+spoon, a briarwood pipe, and a bottle of red ink; not much, I will admit, but enough to start house-keeping
+with if you will only say the word!”</p>
+
+<p>“Reginald Overbeck, you embarrass me! Think of the difference in our ages,—what will the
+world say?—take me, I am your’n!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">31</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_31" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_031.jpg" width="1620" height="1113" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>NO TRIFLERS WANTED.</p>
+
+<p>She: “I don’t mind walking with you, but for goodness’ sake
+don’t say you love me and ask me to wait for you—they all do
+that. If there’s any waiting to be done, wait yourself until
+you’re a man, and then come right down to business.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_31b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_031b.jpg" width="1599" height="1173" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HOME, SWEET HOME.</p>
+
+<p>“Look, Adelaide, look! The boat is ready! Let us fly to
+yon foreign shore!”</p>
+
+<p>“Marmion Bludwurst, your appeal is in vain; I kinnot leave
+my home. It is unpossible!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">33</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_33" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 32em;">
+  <img src="images/i_033.jpg" width="2007" height="1201" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>CHANGED HER OPINION.</p>
+
+<p>Ethelwynde: “They say she married a common
+mechanic.”</p>
+
+<p>Heliotroype: “Common, Ethelwynde? Why, he
+had spent all his life in a bicycle manufactory!”</p>
+
+<p>Ethelwynde: “Oh, heavens! Although a man-hater
+for years, I feel that I could love such a man
+as that with my innermost soul!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_33b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_033b.jpg" width="2407" height="1267" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>PATRIOTIC.</p>
+
+<p>Boy (reading “Personals”): “A young man
+of means wishes to meet a young and attractive
+lady who would be willing to marry and spend
+part of the year abroad.”</p>
+
+<p>Young Lady (matrimonially inclined): “That’d
+suit me izzackly, exceptin’ the livin’ abroad.
+I’d rather go roun’ wid me basket in America,
+dan be presented to de nobility in London.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">35</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_35" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 30em;">
+  <img src="images/i_035.jpg" width="1888" height="1599" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption">T’ROWN DOWN.
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">37</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_37" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_037.jpg" width="1582" height="1009" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Genevieve Cassidy, you ask me why I have brought you to
+this spot. Look! That ball of snow contains the body of my
+rival, Homer Gallagher. The vengeance I have wroke on him
+fills my heart with joy, for I feel I am a step nearer my one
+great ambition.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_37r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_037r.jpg" width="1575" height="1284" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>He: “Hortense Vaseline Debris, from this hour henceforwardforth
+we ain’t to each other what we wuz a week ago.
+I brand yer as a flirt an’ a croquet!”</p>
+
+<p>She (haughtily): “As you please, Reginald Overton. There
+are others!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">39</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_39" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 20em;">
+  <img src="images/i_039.jpg" width="1268" height="1885" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>PROOF CONCLUSIVE.</p>
+
+<p>Mediator: “He’s bin goin’ on like dat fer a
+week. He don’t get no sleep, but keeps moanin’
+an’ mentionin’ yer name.”</p>
+
+<p>Lizzie: “Does he refuse his wittles?”</p>
+
+<p>Mediator: “Oh, no!”</p>
+
+<p>Lizzie: “Den it isn’t love w’ot’s a-worryin’
+him. W’ot he wants is exercise.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_39r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 33em;">
+  <img src="images/i_039r.jpg" width="2054" height="1218" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>WHY IT WAS OFF.</p>
+
+<p>“W’ot’s de matter, Billy—is de engagement broke off?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes; it’s no use payin’ intentions to a gal w’ot kin knock de head off yer
+with a simple lick, an’ dat’s w’ot she come near doin’ de last time I called on her.
+If I marries a gal I wants ter be boss, an’ if dere’s any fightin’ to be did I wants
+ter be champion.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">41</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_41" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_041.jpg" width="1605" height="1173" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A GUILTY PALM.</p>
+
+<p>“Feodora, yer have been a deceivin’ of me. Yer hand tells
+me yer have been married twicet!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_41r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_041r.jpg" width="1575" height="1145" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A BIT OF ROMANCE.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s the matter, Tom—is yer engagement off?”</p>
+
+<p>“Aye, Simeon, it’s the old, old story. Famerly interference,
+mother-in-law, an’ all that sort o’ thing. It druv me
+ter drink, an’ I become a wreck, an’ she—she took to the
+Salwation Army!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">43</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_43" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 36em;">
+  <img src="images/i_043.jpg" width="2277" height="1147" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THAT’S WHY.</p>
+
+<p>Boy (in background, to chum): “Why don’t yer go an’ knock de
+stuffin’ out un yer rival?”</p>
+
+<p>Chum: “I’ll tell yer why. Did yer ever see him fight? I have.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">45</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_45" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 47em;">
+  <img src="images/i_045.jpg" width="2979" height="1604" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>MEN WERE DECEIVERS EVER.</p>
+
+<p>Lopez Donovan (putting his face under cover): “By de holy smoke! if it ain’t my fiancee,
+Loriena Brady. W’ot will she do w’en she finds out dat my heart is marble an’ I’se t’rown her
+down for de little angel w’ot I’se a-pullin’?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">47</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_47" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_047.jpg" width="1651" height="1310" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Tom, she giv’ me the marble heart, the cold shake;
+them baloom sleeves is too much for her. (In a whisper):
+I want you to let me pull your sister ’round on that sled
+for a little while. I want ter make that gal jealous—it’ll
+break her heart!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_47r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_047r.jpg" width="1620" height="1290" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TERRIBLE.</p>
+
+<p>Pamela O’Duffy (in wagon): “A clandesting meetin’!
+Oh, Algernon! Oh, the perfigiousness of man! And with
+a or’nary butcher’s daughter, too! Oh, this is much more
+than too much! (With theatric action and force): By
+yon flossy cloudlets w’ot wanders over yon Asia sky, I
+register an oath to jolt his jaglets’ footsteps night an’
+day, to taunt him with my frenzied thumb until his life
+becomes a bird’n, an’ he seeks death in hor-r-r-rer, ’r-retchedness,
+an’ r-r-r-remorse!” (Faints.)</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">49</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_49" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 37em;">
+  <img src="images/i_049.jpg" width="2334" height="1529" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>“THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE,” etc.</p>
+
+<p>He: “There’s the only girl I ever loved, an’ I dassent go near her ’cause
+she’s gittin’ the measles.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">51</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_51" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 36em;">
+  <img src="images/i_051.jpg" width="2241" height="1781" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>AFTER THE QUARREL.</p>
+
+<p>Niobe MacGonigal (on extreme left): “If he on’y knowed w’ot a wretched night
+I passed I wonder if he’d let me took back dem words I spoke?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">53</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_53" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_053.jpg" width="1618" height="1253" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>INGRATITUDE.</p>
+
+<p>Pythias: “Come along, Damon. She ain’t worth a
+second thought!”</p>
+
+<p>Damon: “To think she should treat me like this! Why,
+I started her in business; I stole that basket for her w’ot
+she goes a-beggin’ with.”</p>
+
+<p>Pythias (with disgust): “Bah! Wimmin is ingrates;
+they make me tired!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_53r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_053r.jpg" width="1662" height="1151" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>AN APPEAL.</p>
+
+<p>“Maud Percy Sidney, listen to me. Me an’ my child is
+desolate since you have took from us our purtector an’ surport.
+If my words cannot move you, let the wasted form of
+this poor child melt your heart, if it be not made of adamank
+or cast iron.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">55</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_55" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_055.jpg" width="1406" height="1308" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>IN DOUBT.</p>
+
+<p>“Lizzie, you’re a woman o’ the world and what I’m a’ askin’ you is in strick conferdence,
+o’ course. Jim, there, has offert me his hand. (In a hoarse whisper): Do you
+think a woman would be happy with a man with legs like his’n?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_55b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 35em;">
+  <img src="images/i_055b.jpg" width="2224" height="1449" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>AT THE END OF THE SEASON.</p>
+
+<p>“Billy, now that she’s agoin’ away, I want ter tell
+yer that I wuz all broke up on that gal, an’ I would have
+married her if she had only given me some encouragement.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">57</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_57" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_057.jpg" width="1829" height="1379" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>BY THE SAD SEA SHORE.</p>
+
+<p>Argument: The last boat of the season is leaving, carrying
+away a host of summer boarders.</p>
+
+<p>Party on Rock (in tones of deepest anguish): “Farewell,
+Mercedes, farewell! In six short months you will have forgotten
+Vacopo the fisherman’s son, and my old age will be made a
+wreck!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_57b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_057b.jpg" width="1809" height="1515" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>’TWAS EVER THUS.</p>
+
+<p>Smitten Youth (who has been very attentive with flowers and
+huckleberries for a month past): “Hevings, Horatio, she must
+be agoin’ to leave the place!” (Swoons.)</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">59</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_59" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 37em;">
+  <img src="images/i_059.jpg" width="2361" height="1308" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE LOVERS.</p>
+
+<p>She (on right of picture, timidly): “Will Sidney forgive his birdie if she asks a
+favor of him?”</p>
+
+<p>He (warmly): “Sidney kin refuse his Hortense nothink.”</p>
+
+<p>She (with a choking emotion): “Then ask him to play a weddin’ march.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">61</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_61" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_061.jpg" width="1622" height="1316" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Say, Dago, could yer get a weddin’ breakfust ready
+at a hour’s notice?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_61b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 30em;">
+  <img src="images/i_061b.jpg" width="1811" height="905" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p class="null"></p>
+
+<p class="in0 right0">
+THE CHILD’S DAY OFF<br>
+<span class="smaller l3">FRESH AIR.</span></p>
+<p class="in0"><span class="in1">THE FATHER’S DAY OFF</span><br>
+<span class="in3 smaller">A FRESH BOTTLE.</span>
+</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">63</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_63" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 31em;">
+  <img src="images/i_063.jpg" width="1947" height="2622" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>APROPOS OF THAT $50,000 TO CLOTHE THE ARMENIANS.</p>
+
+<p>Father Knickerbocker: “When you send to Armenia, let it be by way of Mulberry Bend!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">65</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_65" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_065.jpg" width="1423" height="1097" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“I wonder if I wuz all dressed up an’ put in a winder,
+if anybody would long to have me?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_65r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 30em;">
+  <img src="images/i_065r.jpg" width="1863" height="1477" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p class="center">“Has father got here yet?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">67</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_67" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_067.jpg" width="1596" height="1233" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Them’s for a funeral, I guess!”</p>
+
+<p>“Sure!”</p>
+
+<p>(With a sigh): “Ah, there’s some pleasure in bein’
+a Fi’th Avenyer corpse!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_67r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_067r.jpg" width="1409" height="1188" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>(At the ash-can): “De story-book says dat
+de prince married Cindyrella, but I don’t believe
+it; I don’t think he took no notice of her!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">69</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_69" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_069.jpg" width="2400" height="1528" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE DIFFERENCE.</p>
+
+<p>James: “Wot’s de matter; has he bin a-workin’ de growler agin?”</p>
+
+<p>Larry: “No; dis time de growler has bin a-workin’ him.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">71</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_71" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 48em;">
+  <img src="images/i_071.jpg" width="3046" height="2027" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>RARE INNOCENCE.</p>
+
+<p>She: “Jimmy, is dere enny rinks open now?”</p>
+
+<p>He: “Naw, dey all closed more ’n a mont’ ago?</p>
+
+<p>She: “So I t’ought. I wondered wo’t mother meant by sayin’ father came home last night wid a skate on.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">73</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_73" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 19em;">
+  <img src="images/i_073.jpg" width="1204" height="1056" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE DAY WE CELEBRATE.</p>
+
+<p>First Boy: “Too much Santa Claus, eh?”</p>
+
+<p>Second Boy: “No, too much Santa Cruz.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_73r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 32em;">
+  <img src="images/i_073r.jpg" width="2018" height="1327" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HIS NATURAL BENT.</p>
+
+<p>Father (in high glee): “Vell, Repecka, unt vat do you t’ink ohf our Ikey
+now? Look ad him. He’s put on mine coat unt vest to make him look like a
+man, unt den got dree lemons for a sign, unt he’s shtarted a pawnbroker’s shtore
+on der sidewalk. Mark mein vords, he’ll haf der clothes off dem Cristian
+poys’ packs before dey goes away.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">75</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_75" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_075.jpg" width="1623" height="1250" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>PATERNAL PRIDE.</p>
+
+<p>“If there’s a child in the sixt’ ward kin bate that wan o’
+moine at dhrinkin’, fetch him along, and I’ll set up the licker
+for the house. Ah! but it’s a proud woman his mother’d be
+this day if she wuz on’y aloive to see him!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_75r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_075r.jpg" width="1654" height="1353" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p class="center">“Agnes, does your father drink, too?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">77</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_77" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_077.jpg" width="1435" height="1797" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“She must be getting better. It is the first time she
+has smiled.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">79</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_79" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 47em;">
+  <img src="images/i_079.jpg" width="2993" height="1909" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TOO MUCH FOR HIM.</p>
+
+<p>“Come away, Nellie, come away! I can’t stand it no longer. The sight an’ smell o’ them cakes make me desperit.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">81</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_81" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_081.jpg" width="1800" height="1360" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TO BE ENVIED.</p>
+
+<p class="center">“Hey, Jimmy, dat shop’s mighty lucky dese hard times.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_81r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_081r.jpg" width="1382" height="1141" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THAT’S WHERE THE IRON ENTERED.</p>
+
+<p>“Jimmy, it ain’t the walue o’ the dorg w’ot I’m a-thinkin’
+of, although that’s enough to break one’s heart,
+but it’s the chicking an’ the party o’ four grasses w’ot
+he’s got on his insides!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">83</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_83" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_083.jpg" width="2445" height="1554" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>LOST HER PASS.</p>
+
+<p>Boy (on extreme right of picture, to sister): “Wot have yer did wid de pennies w’ot
+I giv yer ter save fer de ice cream?”</p>
+
+<p>Sister: “Ow—boo-hoo-hoo! I put ’em in me mout fer safety, and I’ve swallered em.
+Boo-hoo-hoo!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">85</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_85" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_085.jpg" width="2433" height="1536" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TOO BAD.</p>
+
+<p>“Talk about cruelty ter young folks! I want ter know if dere’s anyting worse dan
+ter come acrost one er dem posters when yer dat hungry you could almost eat yer shoes.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">87</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_87" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 35em;">
+  <img src="images/i_087.jpg" width="2213" height="1430" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HER SMALL WISH.</p>
+
+<p>“See w’ot I found in the ash-barril. What a pity it ain’t got no stummick!”</p>
+
+<p>“I envies it. If I didn’t have no stummick I wouldn’t want no grub!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_87r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 17em;">
+  <img src="images/i_087r.jpg" width="1038" height="1749" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TERRIBLE.</p>
+
+<p>“Yes, it’s just too awful to think
+I’ve got to grow so old that gents
+won’t make room for me in the cars!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">89</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_89" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_089.jpg" width="2448" height="1439" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>ON THE FRESH-AIR EXCURSION.</p>
+
+<p>Tillie (overcome of her free lunch): “Say, Maggie, run a pin in me. I must be
+a-dreamin’. This is too good to be true!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">91</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_91" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 42em;">
+  <img src="images/i_091.jpg" width="2655" height="1626" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>AN ANXIOUS MOMENT. (<i>AT THE FRESH-AIR EXCURSION.</i>)</p>
+
+<p class="center">“Please, sir, I’s lost me ticket.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">93</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_93" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 28em;">
+  <img src="images/i_093.jpg" width="1754" height="1453" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>SIMPLE STRATEGY.</p>
+
+<p>Emily: “Wot’s the use of yer standin’ an’ lookin’ in the winder
+when yer ain’t got no money?”</p>
+
+<p>Sophy: “Well, I’ll tell yer. I stand an’ aggrawate myself to
+that extent that the excitement of it gets me hungry, an’ I rushes
+home an’ eats me dry crust o’ bread wid an appetite.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">95</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_95" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_095.jpg" width="1611" height="1250" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE TEMPTATION TOO GREAT.</p>
+
+<p>Ellen: “Why don’t you put a couple of oysters on those
+black eyes o’ yourn?”</p>
+
+<p>Tom: “I did. I tried it twiced, but somehow I can’t
+never get them no furder up than my mout.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_95r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_095r.jpg" width="1431" height="1114" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Boy: “He kin scare us with his racket, now,
+Em’ly, but in a couple o’ days our stummicks will
+be his cemetary!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_97">97</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_97" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 28em;">
+  <img src="images/i_097.jpg" width="1753" height="1358" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>BAD LOOKOUT FOR JOHNNY.</p>
+
+<p>“Come, Mariar—come quick! Johnny Atkins is a-buyin’ a apple!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_97r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_097r.jpg" width="1593" height="1358" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“I seen yer buy de apple, Susy Roach, an’ if yer don’t gimme
+half I’ll rub aginst yer, an’ yer’ll catch der measles.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_99">99</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_99" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 20em;">
+  <img src="images/i_099.jpg" width="1238" height="1517" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A BONANZA.</p>
+
+<p>“Mattie, come quick, an’ bring everythink
+yer can with yer! There’s bin a New Year’s
+party, an’ they’re a-givin’ away all the pidgins,
+toast, an’ wegetables what’s bin left
+over!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_99r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_099r.jpg" width="1446" height="1658" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A GOOD TIME.</p>
+
+<p>“Bill, you wuzzent in it when you didn’t go to de
+picnic; dat’s right! Dere wuz pie—an’ cake—an’ limonade—an’
+red an’ yaller ice-cream, an’ I eat so much dat
+when I got t’rough I felt as dough dere wuz a duzzent
+angels a-sittin’ on me ribs a-fannin’ me stummick to
+sleep.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_101">101</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_101" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_101.jpg" width="1414" height="990" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A MOMENT OF ANXIETY.</p>
+
+<p>“Will he dewour us, Jimmy?”</p>
+
+<p>“I dunno. He takes the Christmas turkey I got inside
+o’ me for quail, an’ you never can tell wot a game
+dog will do.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_101r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_101r.jpg" width="1437" height="1720" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>AN EYE TO BUSINESS.</p>
+
+<p>“Hey, Chimmy, how’s dat for a t’roat ter holler
+extrys wid?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_103">103</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_103" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_103.jpg" width="1434" height="1831" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>QUITE HUMAN.</p>
+
+<p>“What makes a rooster crow, Billy?”</p>
+
+<p>“He’s got ter giv’ way ter his feelin’s. He can’t
+help hisself.”</p>
+
+<p>“But when the hen lays a egg he makes the most
+noise.”</p>
+
+<p>“Ah! That’s pride.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_103b" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_103b.jpg" width="1653" height="1280" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Nanny: “Drop that, Billy; drop it, I tell you! I don’t
+want you to get a taste for that sort o’ thing!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_105">105</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_105" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 19em;">
+  <img src="images/i_105.jpg" width="1175" height="789" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>PRIDE OF ANCESTRY.</p>
+
+<p>Rover: “My father took the first prize at
+the exhibition!”</p>
+
+<p>Towzer: “That’s nothing; my mother’s
+remains took a gold medal at the health-food
+fair!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_105r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 30em;">
+  <img src="images/i_105r.jpg" width="1866" height="1413" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>ALONE.</p>
+
+<p>Susy: “What’s he cryin’ for?”</p>
+
+<p>Nelly (in a whisper): “That dead dog wuz his chum.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_107">107</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_107" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_107.jpg" width="1620" height="1313" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TOO MUCH.</p>
+
+<p>Sue: “Maggie, would you rather die an’ be a angel with
+a harp, or have that weddin’ dress?”</p>
+
+<p>Mag: “Oh, don’t ask me! The temptation is too terrible!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_107r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_107r.jpg" width="1606" height="1278" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>IN DOUBT.</p>
+
+<p>“What’s the matter, Tom?”</p>
+
+<p>“I’m in trouble. I don’t know whether I ought to die
+while I’m young, and become a angel, or wait an’ grow up
+to be a man an’ have a mustarche an’ side-wiskers.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_109">109</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_109" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_109.jpg" width="1808" height="1262" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>NAUGHTYCAL.</p>
+
+<p>“Tom, wot’s a spanker boom?”</p>
+
+<p>“Is yer mother a-livin’?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes!”</p>
+
+<p>“Does she wear slippers?”</p>
+
+<p>“Yes!”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, then, you must be an awfully good feller if you
+don’t know what a spanker boom is!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_109r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_109r.jpg" width="1659" height="1335" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Mother, I’ve a favor to ask of you. If you are a-goin’ to
+lick me, don’t do it with a slipper; it always unmans me.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_111">111</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_111" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_111.jpg" width="1812" height="1378" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“My! But your boy do be growin’, Mrs. Cafferty!”</p>
+
+<p>“Faith, an’ that’s thrue for yez, Mrs. Owens! He’s outgrown
+all his owld clothes, an’ it’s a pair of his father’s pants he do be
+wearin’, an’ by that same token I do hate to cut thim, for I don’t
+think it will be long afore the boy fills thim intirely!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_111r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_111r.jpg" width="1632" height="1294" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A PLEASANT PROSPECT.</p>
+
+<p>“Say, pop, come out an’ down him. Jimmy Ryan said his
+pa could lick mine, and I said he couldn’t, and they’re waitin’
+for you outside.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">113</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_113" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_113.jpg" width="1364" height="1199" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>LOOKING FORWARD.</p>
+
+<p>Aunt: “Well, Tom, how do you like your new
+little sister?”</p>
+
+<p>Tom: “Oh, she’s good enough as a kid, but
+just think what a trouble she’ll be when she gets
+a little older, and I’ve got to chase whistlers away
+from the front stoop!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_113r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_113r.jpg" width="1636" height="1236" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Little Jimmy Carrol (to infant brother): “Oh, just wait
+till you git old enough to lick! Won’t you catch it? Mother
+ain’t give me a cent since you arrived.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_115">115</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_115" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_115.jpg" width="1628" height="1314" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A WORD OF ADVICE.</p>
+
+<p>“Knock him out wid an uppercut, Jimmy; an’ if in de excitement
+of de moment yez finds yez has got ter strike below
+de belt, hit so hard he’ll have spazzums an’ won’t know de
+differ’nce.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_115r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_115r.jpg" width="1623" height="1024" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A DIVISION OF LABOR A CAPITAL IDEA.</p>
+
+<p>“I tell yer wot, Jimmy: tackle de dorg first, an’ when
+you’ve laid him out go fer de feller, an’ after you’ve got
+him on de groun’ wid yer foot over his mout’ ter keep him
+from a-hollerin’, I’ll sneak up an’ grab de flowers wot he’s
+got an’ run home wid ’em.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">117</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_117" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 28em;">
+  <img src="images/i_117.jpg" width="1790" height="1682" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Peacemaker: “Just read that motter, an’ then go an’ make up
+fren’s agin!”</p>
+
+<p>Hopeless: “Oh, that sayin’s good enuff to read, but yer can’t
+make me berlieve that a small piece of chewin’ gum is plenty for
+two, nohow!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_117r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_117r.jpg" width="1422" height="1320" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“You dassent come over on this side of the street,
+so you dassent!”</p>
+
+<p>Voice from over the way: “Why dassent I?”</p>
+
+<p>Voice from barrel (in whisper): “Make it a objict
+for him to come acrost: tell him you kin lick
+him wid yer little finger!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_119">119</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_119" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 37em;">
+  <img src="images/i_119.jpg" width="2367" height="1254" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>JUST THE THING.</p>
+
+<p>Boy (calmly): “Say, Tilly, I want ter tell yer somethink: you’re so full o’ fight you
+ought ter go ter some recruitin’ office an’ offer yer services ter the government. Uncle Sam
+is just a-dyin’ ter git hold o’ such folks as you.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">121</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_121" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_121.jpg" width="1612" height="1374" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>PRECAUTIONARY.</p>
+
+<p>“Who’s he, Bill?”</p>
+
+<p>“I dunno. I never see him afore.”</p>
+
+<p>“Well, let’s slug him, anyhow, or else he’ll be
+puttin’ on airs.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_121r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_121r.jpg" width="1617" height="1329" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Vendor: “You leetel girla musta move away!”</p>
+
+<p>Miss Casey (from de Fourt’): “Move away? You Dagos
+is a puttin’ on airs, ain’t you? I may not be a millyunyair,
+an’ I may not eat charlotty roosters or drink lemon phosphiks,
+but I ain’t a-goin’ to let no Dago give me points wot to do,
+an’ doan’t yer forgit it!” (Exits, muttering something about
+“bringin’ de gang aroun’ an’ cleanin’ somebody out.”)</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_123">123</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_123" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 51em;">
+  <img src="images/i_123.jpg" width="3230" height="2017" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>STARS AND STRIPES.</p>
+
+<p>First Little Girl: “My father was fighting for three years. He carried the stars and stripes, and he’s got the flag yet.”</p>
+
+<p>Second Little Girl: “My father was in for fighting for six years, and he carries stripes yet. He’s got a striped suit now.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_125">125</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_125" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 48em;">
+  <img src="images/i_125.jpg" width="3018" height="1885" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A CLIPPING FROM DOOGAN’S “MIRROR OF FASHION.”</p>
+
+<p>“Madame Duffi, Corque, has opened a millinery establishment in Doogan Alley, and her door is besieged the entire
+day by the bon-ton of that swell neighborhood.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_127">127</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_127" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_127.jpg" width="2429" height="1757" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE ENVY OF THE ALLEY.</p>
+
+<p class="center">An Easter hat and a bunch of violets.</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_129">129</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_129" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_129.jpg" width="1644" height="1765" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>OH! THE SHAME OF IT.</p>
+
+<p>Polly: “See here, Feodora, it’s a no use o’ your standin’
+there wid your arms crosst like a Wenus der Milo a-puttin’ on
+airs. I’ll give you a pointer: nusses has feelinks just the same
+as other folks, an’ I won’t take none o’ your sass, an’ don’t
+yer forgit it!”</p>
+
+<p>Feodora (with intense bitterness): “Nothink can’t be expected
+better of no one who so far forgits herself as to take
+care of Chinee h’infants.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_129r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_129r.jpg" width="1807" height="1533" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>VERY APPARENT.</p>
+
+<p class="center">“It’s easy to see, Hattie, that she hasn’t moved in the
+best society!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_131">131</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_131" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 25em;">
+  <img src="images/i_131.jpg" width="1593" height="1245" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“My own cousin, an’ she didn’t reckernize me!”</p>
+
+<p>“Don’t mind it, Sally; wimmin isn’t accountable for what
+they does when they gets a Mary de Medicine collar on for
+the first time!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_131r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 19em;">
+  <img src="images/i_131r.jpg" width="1203" height="1392" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Hey, Jimmy, ain’t yer a-rushin’ the season?”</p>
+
+<p>“Rushin’ the season? Naw! When I picked
+out a suit at the clothin’ fund, it was a warm
+day, an’ I wanted to look swell!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_133">133</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_133" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 41em;">
+  <img src="images/i_133.jpg" width="2574" height="1597" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE DIGNITY OF POWER.</p>
+
+<p>Chorus: “Who is she, anyhow?”</p>
+
+<p>Tilly MacAllister: “She comes from Philadelphia, an’ her father’s a butcher. She wants to
+get into our set, but we ain’t got no use for butchers’ daughters nor Quakers.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_135">135</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_135" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_135.jpg" width="2447" height="1340" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A GENEROUS OFFER.</p>
+
+<p>“I say, mister, how’s that fer a dog-cart, eh? Jump right in an’ I’ll take yer where yer a-goin’,
+an’ I won’t charge yer a cent. An’ yer’ll have the company of the lady the whole way.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_137">137</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_137" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_137.jpg" width="1817" height="1444" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“It’s a wonderful sight, eh, Susanne?”</p>
+
+<p>“Won-der-ful!”</p>
+
+<p>“I dunno how it is with you wimmin folks, but it makes us men
+feel awful insiggernifikint!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_137r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_137r.jpg" width="1404" height="1062" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>“EVEN SUPPOSING.”</p>
+
+<p>Bleak House Boy (to Digby, who set out to enjoy
+in quietness a sand and sun bath): “Supposin’ I wuz
+to tell you the entire willage is gone on a pic-nic, an’
+supposin’ I wuz to brace you for fifty cents, an’ then
+supposin’ you cussed a bit an’ refused to giv’ it, wot’d
+you do supposin’ I set my dog on you?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_139">139</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_139" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_139.jpg" width="1813" height="1498" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A HOLIDAY DREAM.</p>
+
+<p>Em’ly: “Yer see I wuz carried away on a yaller cloud into a big
+open blue place where there wuz nothin’ but dolls—blondes, bluenettes,
+niggers, an’ Chinese; and Santa Claus took me by the hand an’ led
+me up to one o’ the most beautifullest dolls I ever seen, all gold lace
+an’ spangles, an’ it could talk an’ sing, too. (In rapture): Oh, it wuz
+too loverly for anythink! An’ Santa Claus wuz just puttin’ it into my
+hands when I woked up!”</p>
+
+<p>Chorus: “Oh, what a shame! Didn’t yer want ter die?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_139r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 26em;">
+  <img src="images/i_139r.jpg" width="1635" height="1298" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A MOMENT OF ENVY.</p>
+
+<p>Boy (from Country Circus tent): “Hey fellers, run home
+an’ get de money to come in even if yer have ter steal it!
+It’s immense! De clown’s a-standin’ on his head an’ de baby
+elephant’s a-chuckin’ a pint o’ pop corn into his ears! Don’t
+yer <span class="locked">wish’ t</span> yer wuz me?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_141">141</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_141" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 42em;">
+  <img src="images/i_141.jpg" width="2651" height="1526" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HER FIRST RIDE.</p>
+
+<p class="center">“Oh, this is heavinkly, perfectly heavinkly!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_143">143</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_143" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 41em;">
+  <img src="images/i_143.jpg" width="2605" height="1554" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A REGRET.</p>
+
+<p class="center">“Oh, Milly, what a pity it is that our folks is so healthy, an’ sich long livers!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_145">145</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_145" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 44em;">
+  <img src="images/i_145.jpg" width="2746" height="1898" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption">HER CONSERVATORY.
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_147">147</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_147" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 32em;">
+  <img src="images/i_147.jpg" width="2013" height="1150" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p class="center">“Say, miss, don’t yer want ter fight dogs?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_147r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 22em;">
+  <img src="images/i_147r.jpg" width="1354" height="1730" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Say, boss, I’s got ter raise five cents for
+chewin’ gum, even if I has to put me child in
+hock.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_149">149</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_149" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_149.jpg" width="1818" height="1435" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TEN CENTS’ WORTH.</p>
+
+<p>Consuelo (reading): “The viz-count entered the apartment with a
+languid h’air, and puffed his cigaroot with wiolence. ‘Air you alone?’
+he inkwired in a nongshallnot manner of the countiss. She rose from
+the turkeys otterman with a diluted nostril, her eyes flashed with a fire
+which almost consoomed their lids, and shakin’ her jewilled left hand in
+the viz-count’s face, she gave a majestic sweep with her right foot an’
+lef’ the room.”</p>
+
+<p>Omnes: “My!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_149r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_149r.jpg" width="1434" height="1187" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>WHEN THE THERMOMETER IS MELTING
+IN THE SHADE.</p>
+
+<p>“Oh! But this is bully; it’s more coolin’ than ice-cream,
+an’ makes me feel better ’n pink leminade does!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_151">151</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_151" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_151.jpg" width="2421" height="1273" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A LIFE SAVER.</p>
+
+<p>“Sam, will yer go out inter deep water an’ make believe yer drowdin’? I want ter try my dog.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_151r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 16em;">
+  <img src="images/i_151r.jpg" width="1011" height="1255" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Boy: “Hey, Juliet, is you a-postin’
+dat to yer Romeo?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_153">153</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_153" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_153.jpg" width="2405" height="1412" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A BAD PART.</p>
+
+<p class="center">“Say, Tom, pretend yer a Spaniard, an’ let de gang play wid yer fer five minits.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_155">155</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_155" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_155.jpg" width="2448" height="1619" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>HIS SIMPLE WISH.</p>
+
+<p>Jacky: “Hey, Jimmy! Wot’d yer do if yer wuz as strong as dat?”</p>
+
+<p>Jimmy: “Why, I’d go down ter de school an’ take de teacher atween me teet’ an’
+knock de stuffin’ out him.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_157">157</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_157" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_157.jpg" width="2419" height="1682" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>TONY DUFFY’S ORATION.</p>
+
+<p>“Fellers! De gang has lost its pup! He scrapped wid a bull tarrier, an’ got it in de neck.
+He wuz a torrowbred, a chim dandy; a t’ree-times winner way up to de limit. He had a head
+on to him wot wuz almost hooman. I ain’t a-talkin’ troo me hat; I ain’t a-givin’ guff; I’m a-givin’
+it to yer straight—he wuz a corker. Der Wanderbilts or Asters didn’t have de plunks
+ter buy dat pup—dat’s straight. He wuz way up in G—are yous wid me? His deat’ has broke
+me up; don’t jolly me—not on yer life. Yous wot has lungs chip in wid a song, sunthin’ sollum,—‘Ole
+Dog Tray,’ or ‘Sweet Maree,’—an’ den we’ll plant him. Fellers, I’se lost me grip;
+me name is Dennis—I’m all broke up. I’ll go chase myself an’ have a game o’ craps. <span class="locked">S’ long!</span>”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_159">159</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_159" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 39em;">
+  <img src="images/i_159.jpg" width="2489" height="1635" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“I tell yer Sandow isn’t in it wid him. He takes de kid an’ chucks him in de air, den
+he turns a han’spring an’ drinks a can o’ cold tomatter soup afore de kid reaches de groun’.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_161">161</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_161" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_161.jpg" width="2391" height="1431" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A PRIVATE EXHIBITION.</p>
+
+<p>Master of Ceremonies: “De nex’ shot which me brudder de infant phenomenal will preform
+is to carrum wid de ball on de bottle an’ de lamp, an’ take de chimney off de lamp
+widout breakin’ of it, or puttin’ de light out. De shot is not on’y differcult, but marvelyous!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_163">163</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_163" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_163.jpg" width="1445" height="1641" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS.</p>
+
+<p>“It’s no use talking, Ellen Jane, the young men are
+not as sociable as they were when we were girls. I
+haven’t had a solitary visitor this week. How to account
+for it I don’t know; such a thing hasn’t happened
+for years!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_163r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 28em;">
+  <img src="images/i_163r.jpg" width="1773" height="1332" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>A WARNING.</p>
+
+<p>Boy (reading paper): “The war cloud between the States and
+Italy has not dispersed as <span class="locked">yet—”</span></p>
+
+<p>Patriot Youth (falling on knees): “Let forrin despots tremble,
+for in case of war I solemmy promise to raise a rigimint an’ lead it
+merself; let mer oath be registered!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_165">165</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_165" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 38em;">
+  <img src="images/i_165.jpg" width="2385" height="1335" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p><span lang="la">SIC EUNT FATA HOMINUM.</span></p>
+
+<p>Judge (on box): “Read the charges against Vladimir Casey!”</p>
+
+<p>Clerk (reading): “Firstly: He is charged wid losin’ interest in de gang, an’ has been
+stealin’ from de corner groceries for strange parties; An’ whereover: It has bin discover’t
+dat he kin be bribed wid a lemon; An’ whereas: He has given Mag Skelly de marble heart
+an’ has nearly kilt her; An’ fourthly: When de gang had a pedlar down on de sidewalk
+an’ was goin’ t’rough him, he refoosed to take a han’; An’ ter conclood: He ain’t fit ter be
+our capt’in no longer, an’ it is moved by de gang dat he gits it in de neck, an’ is furdermore
+removed from his official office!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_167">167</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_167" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 29em;">
+  <img src="images/i_167.jpg" width="1821" height="1436" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Girl: “Please, ’m, give me an’ me brudders an’ sisters suthin’?”</p>
+
+<p>Lady: “Why, you’re not all one family, surely?”</p>
+
+<p>Girl (unblushingly): “Yes, ’m, we’s all twins!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_167r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 21em;">
+  <img src="images/i_167r.jpg" width="1305" height="1611" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Is your father goin’ to take in boarders this
+summer?”</p>
+
+<p>“I guess so”; (with a wink) “he took in a
+lot last year, you know.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_169">169</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_169" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 24em;">
+  <img src="images/i_169.jpg" width="1512" height="1139" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>Dennis (a green hand, to whom the speaking-pipe is
+an unexplored mystery): “I’d give me month’s wages to
+foind out how the divil the boss iver managed to shqueeze
+himself into that bit iv a poipe!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_169r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_169r.jpg" width="1410" height="1122" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“Well, Tom, what sort o’ Fourth did you have?”</p>
+
+<p>Tom: “Are yer blind?”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_171">171</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_171" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 41em;">
+  <img src="images/i_171.jpg" width="2595" height="1656" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption">ALONE AT THE RAILROAD STATION.—THANKSGIVING DAY.
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_173">173</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_173" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 42em;">
+  <img src="images/i_173.jpg" width="2650" height="2077" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>CHRISTMAS FESTIVITIES: LIVING PICTURES AT DOOHIGAN’S HALL.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Adam and Eve in the Garden of Paradise.</i></p>
+
+<p class="center">Adam: Master Phelim Grogan.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Eve: Miss Daisy Shaughnessy.</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_175">175</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_175" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 27em;">
+  <img src="images/i_175.jpg" width="1684" height="2132" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS.</p>
+
+<p class="center">“Oh, if he would only look this way!”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<figure id="i_175r" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 23em;">
+  <img src="images/i_175r.jpg" width="1440" height="1717" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption">THE EMPTY STOCKING.
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_177">177</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_177" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 33em;">
+  <img src="images/i_177.jpg" width="2055" height="2592" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption">HOPE.
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_179">179</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_179" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 32em;">
+  <img src="images/i_179.jpg" width="2054" height="2882" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p></p>
+
+<p>“If yer please, mum, Santa Claus can’t get into our room ’cause they
+ain’t no chimley, an’ I want ter know if yer won’t hang up this stockin’
+when yer a-hangin’ up the children’s, an’ I’ll call in the mornin’ fer it.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_181">181</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_181" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 33em;">
+  <img src="images/i_181.jpg" width="2050" height="2165" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>ST. VALENTINE’S DAY AT THE “BEND.”</p>
+
+<p class="center">Tom (to Alice): “If he knew he had that pinned to him he’d be wild.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_183">183</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_183" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 41em;">
+  <img src="images/i_183.jpg" width="2585" height="2035" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption"><p>THE FINAL REHEARSAL.—THE SUPREME MOMENT.</p>
+
+<p>Author and Stage Manager (to Orchestra): “When de lady says, ‘Lord Ashleigh Baxter, I am
+a orfun, but I never kin be yourn,’ an’ he says, ‘Ha, ha, ha, you are alone beneat’ my roof an’ unpurtected,’—I
+want you to rattle off some music wot’ll giv’ Biddy, de fait’ful servant, lots o’ time to
+rush in an’ t’row Baxter to de groun’.”</p>
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter section">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_185">185</span></p>
+
+<figure id="i_185" class="figcenter" style="max-width: 45em;">
+  <img src="images/i_185.jpg" width="2843" height="1766" alt="">
+  <figcaption class="caption">THE WORLD BEFORE HER.
+  </figcaption>
+</figure>
+<div>                                                                                                                                                                                                                           </div>
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75295 ***</div>
+</body>
+</html>
+
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