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Title: Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story
Year: 1911 (1910s)
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Subjects: American wit and humor Caricatures and cartoons
Publisher: New York : Leslie-Judge Co.
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dnt hardly say all wasstill neither, for Jake Weathersby was makin thenight hideous as usual with his boiler-factory snore. Yes, sir; that there inventor chap takes his life inhis hands, as you might say, and crawls through a win-der that had been left open on account of its bein awarm summer evenin. After gettin his bearins, hesneaked up to the bedside and carefully adjusted his sup-pressor, a curious contrivance o steel plates and wiresprings, on old man Weathersbys prominent nose. Hethen stepped back into the darkness to await results. Well, it appears that the results was all that couldbe expected. Ezekiel wrote me afterward that he reck-oned hed made a miscalculation and keyed the sup-pressor up too all-fired strong. Anyway, it seems the old mans snorin ceasedwith a suddenness, and he started up with a wild snorto terror. Lord ! the night-riders is upon me! he yelled, andmade one fiyin leap for the open winder. Out he went,head-first, lightin all in a heap in a patch o weeds, but
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FAMILY CHARACTERISTICS.taim^tMeaders—^o ih bunco man told yew he wuz a son o good ol» D»acon Perkins, an* yew believed him?Famtei Snakerool—Kot at first, Si ; but when he started in talkin religion an tryin tei pick my pocket at thMune time, by gam ! I jes couldnt help but believe he wui Deacon Perkinss own son scramblin quickly to his feet and makin off down the road as tightas he could jump. Ezekiel hesitated a moment, and then clambered out of thewinder after him, for he didnt want to lose the only model of thesnore suppressor he had on hand. Down the pike galloped old man Weathersby, only hittin thehigh places, as it were, the suppressor meanwhile stickin closerthan a brother ; and after him—a considerable ways after him—•limped Ezekiel. After a bit Weathersby turns off into an open space on the edgeo town, where the circus pitches its canvas when it hits thisvillage, and where we hold our county fairs. Ezekiel, thinkinthat perhaps hed gone for re-enforcements, and, mo

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