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wardrobe WAS banging on bush. an
close ny we're tho ra.loua that .hal
been accumulated along The bach doof
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percy. old fellow" remarked the
mokoful tramp. ln1lly pushing piece
~ wood ON fhe Ore with his foot. ~
'tW be- wouldn't have TO get up, II
have Just been thinking Of the poor
Did II ever ucclr to you how greatly
they must envy ~? Did II ever occur
20 yOu--"
1T has, indeed Harold" interrupted
Percy glanenR up from his uewspa.
per "and while I deplore their condi
ton. ! can see no way In which II can
be hoped As long as the world en-.
4 durcs there must necessarily be differ.
ent classes Of society There must be
the rich and the poor and sometimes
it gfeycs me that the less fortunate
cannot camp in the woods as we are
camping and enjoy a life that brings
one so close to the glory Of nature"
That's right. dear chappie," yawn-
fully assonted Harold. There is moth
Ing BIKE camp life. | would rather lis
ten 10 he song Of the birds chan the
seven O'clock whistle any day in the
, week By the way, what are The Fred
Gle Smiths ard Billy Swihtons doing?
! fhe last time was at the club Fred
die"
"They are camping, too. old fellow"
interjectod Percy. "Freddie's party
is in the AdirondacHs, and the Billy
Swintons are in the Catskills. This
paper gives quite an account Of their
camp. rs well as picture Of dear
i Mrs, Freddie in the act of landing a
fish from the lake. She is"
Every time see Mrs. Freddie"
smilingly broke in Harold Il think Of
bale of hay. If she wasn't pressed
in and tied up she would occupy more
! space than circus tent
This camp life is making you shock,
ingly rude, my dear Harold" said
Percy Why. can't you act just as If
ments? AS for dinner, we are having
roasted sweet potatoes tonight. A good
/ friend of mine who lives over the hill
4 yonder has a beautiful patch of the
tubers, and he insisted that | should
call on him and get some. We will be
starting just as soon as | have read
this delightful story about Mrs. Porter
Griggy, who takes her sweet little dog
Fido OUT in a go-cart for an airing
every day at Newport"
Thus the conversation continued I'M
til the woods grew dark, and then the
/ hoboes rambled down the road and
stealthily climbed over the fence into
the sweet potato patch of Percy's dear
friend.
/ Two minutes later they were indus
J triously digging, and Percy had mined
| five potatoes and Harold six, when a
farmer with wicked-looking gun and
a dog to match bulged from behind
the bushes.
1--WE got you gosh dasted tranlps at
last" said the farmer, raising the ham,
mers of his gun and walking up to
the surprised hoboes, IAN If Their con-
sarned coroner o. this county was a
Republican, instead of a Dimmycrat,
Iwould give him job here right now
I"
Pardon me-" put in Percy, who
quickly recovered his composure, but
| would thank you to be more choice
of your epithets. l will have you know.
Z sir, that we are not tramps, but sci
entists, and that we are investigating
the different stratas of earth in this
locality with view of discovering a
, valuable clay deposit and"
is that SOP" sarcastically interject-
ed the farmer well, If yer so gosh
darned fond O. clay, s'pose we jes' pick
few Jumps O. dirt an drop them
sweet pertaters. l don't mind We takin'
all Their gravel We want, but at Their
present price sweet pertaters is too
darned good for hobo grub. Now, then.
march straight fer Their house, an
since yer scientists an like ter dig in
ther earth, I'll let we play around all
day termorrer.'
Il regret, my dear man." protested
Percy, that we will be unable to ac-
cept your kind invitation We have a
previous invitation which We"
Hike straight fer that house," per-
emptorily commanded the farmer. "If
yer don't l splash We full O. shot, even
] if the coroner is a Dimmycrat!"
There was no help for it, so the
hoboes marched for the farmhouse,
where they were locked in a corn crib
for the night with half dozen growly
dogs placed at the door to prevent
their escape.
On the following morning they were
taken back to the sweet potato patch,
and all day long they were compelled
to dig while the grinful farmer sat on
the fence with his gun in hand and a
scrappy dog lowering near. At sunset
they were given six potatoes apiece
and told to sneak.
20. Harold" piteously moaned
Percy as they reached the woods and
sank beneath a tree, wasn't it awful ?
Just think of working in the field like
a common meniall | was so afraid
that some of our set would pass the