Punchinello, Volume 1, No. 19, August 6, 1870 by Various
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page 45 of 75 (60%)
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At this they all rushed for me. With paste-brush and shears I kept them off, until somebody pushed me over a woman who had got tripped up, when the army of infuriated Amazons piled onto my aged form. This round dident last more'n two minutes, for as soon as they got me down, they all stuck their confounded needles into me, and then left me lookin' more like a porkupine than a human bein'. I hadent more'n had time to pull out a few quarts of needles, before in walks 2 big strappin' farmers. "Old man, we've come for you," said one of 'em. "We'll larn you to slander honest fokes." At this he let fly his rite bute at my cote skirts. I was home-sick, you can jest bet. Then t'other chap let me have it. "Down stairs with him," sed they both, and down I went, pooty lively for an old man. Just as I got to the bottom I lit on a man's head. It was Deekin PERKINS comein' to "bust my gizzard." "Hevings and airth," sed the Deekin as he tumbled over in the entry way. I jumped behind a door, emejutly, and as the farmers proceeded to polish off the Deekin, I was willin' to forgive both of 'em, as the Deekin groaned and yelled. |
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