Thoroughly Organized

Groggins- There's no more work ir, thls town for me, an' 111 starve. Broggins - Why don't ye git out o' th' place, an' enter some other town? Groggins - I'd have to tramp there, and if th' reg'lar tramps should see me, I'd bc mobbed. Broggins - What fer? Ye used to be a tramp y'rself. Groggins - Yes, but I was expelled from the Ameriken Tramps' Benevolent association, and now they'd mob me fer a scab. Broggins - What was ye expelled for? Grog gins - Fer workin'.