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Hurst, Fannie, 1889-1968

"Humoresque A Laugh on Life with a Tear Behind It"

That's why I want to keep open
house for them that ain't as lucky as us. Honest, Jas--I--I just can't
think it's real, not, anyways, till we've paid down six hundred and--the
fellow you keep joking about that wears his collar wrong side 'fore
comes out from Xenia to read the ceremony. Oh, Jas, I--I'll make it
square with you. You'll never have a sorry day for it!"
"You're all right, Big Tent," said the Granite Jaw, lying back suddenly,
lips twitching.
"Ain't you feeling well, honey? Let me fix you an egg?"
"A little swig, Teenie--a little one, is all I ask."
"No, no--please, Jastrow; don't begin--just as I had you forgetting."
"It does me good, I tell you. I know my constitution better than a quack
country boob does. I'm a freak, I am--a prize concession that has to be
treated special. Since that last swig, I tell you, I been a different
man. I need the strength. I got to have a little in my system. I'm a
freak, I tell you. Everybody knows there's nothing like a swig for
strength."
"Not for you! It's poison, Jas, so much poison! Don't you remember what
they said to you after the operation? All your life you got to watch
out--just the little prescribed for you is all your system has got to
have.


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