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Not To Be Fooled With

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Parent Issue
Day
13
Month
August
Year
1880
Copyright
Public Domain
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"O'wuffuui hoali, chile, g'wuffutn heah, I tolo yer!" was the caution given a boy vending Chinese torpedo bomba on Madison street yesterday by an and negTO shulHinR up írom the Illinois Central depot; "doan yer drap any mo' dem jimcraeks round dis oio hoof' of mine, or dere'll be a fun'el outen yo' house befo' sun-up termorer, shuah ! Ise a talkin' - you'd botter hoe anudder row. ü'wufluiu heah." "Hi!" said the boy derisively, iuiprovising the syniptoms of a tumor in lijs lef't cheek, and wiuking withoffensive rapidity, "whose scarc crow're you, yer ole knockemBtiff - hey?" And with this he loaded up again and dropped the thing as near the venerable feetas caution and the length of the string would allow. "Who yer goin' to vote f'or?" he thenenquired, jerkïng the bomb back. Whose scar' orow - whose - whose looker heah, tonny, Ise a sour persimiuon from de Yallabam- lso n bull-dozer from de swarap - an' I'll frow whole swobs o' sun light l'roo yer in de cackle of a spring pullet, if yer doan quit dat f'ollin' roun' ray co'n field." Aod with a uiovement as rapid as it was unexpected, the boy fouud himself in chaucery betwecn the patriarch' knees. "Whoof !" he continuedjlaying down lus grip-sack and spitting on his hands as a preliuiinary to active moasures. "What'll yer gimme now of I let yer off." In this excoedingly delicate strait, the boy's judguient caine excellently into play, and his prouiises were brief but golden. ''Now," sald the ancient, liiting the boy up and resuifting his grip-sack and wonted serenity, "nex' time yer want ter fooi roun' and git yo'selt'inter a muss, drappin' duüiggers on cullod toes, jes bar in min' ter keep well outen de reach of dis niggah's habees cappus - dat's all- yer heah iny ho'n?" And then the "sour persimmon from de Yallabain" iuoveu

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Ann Arbor Courier
Old News