Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-07

liked me fun; an now look at me. jack down an ou.
There that's good Teller. hey?
II got a funny feein al pit summick-it
.ook that hard, and slammed me back to Chatham
sluare TONED around an there poor oil guy.
COIN . shake in a GRUMPY suit O. clos lie had whis-
kers all his face like he was hidin In the park
There's a good young Teller. jack he cries. wpin
his eyes wit his paws I was your kind oncet: easy
come an go. gay an free-an here am now. all H.
tho wrong o the woild. an never chancet o
SEEM the oil flag again.
why YOU wheezn' hand shaker I says cryin'
meself dast you an strong-arm you dam
OF orook?' chucked him what had left: six yens.
think. an about pound o copper cash We aat down
HE tor me he was from N'york. give him the
last from there the oil places closn under
teemth street An even Rooney's place ia closed.
now?' he says. .Ah it's an OIL man I'm gein' when
Rooneys Is done wit before It's time was movin.
meself'
when made break to get out o the wet. h
grabs me arm an says
".An't there nothin' 1 you remember
mo byr
why. says I. I don't what
IA little. fullr1gged ship your arm says no. all
It's the only gift got left now; but used to bs
great tattooer back the Bowery Professor McManus
that's But here there's nothn' doin': the Japs
seem to have beat at me own game.
Il sat pueckly STILL like az II froze there tried
me voice two three times before it sounded enough
why says them there's nothn' do for
me. for got mine already. But here's mo best
friend on oith He's crazy about tattooin'. IT'S all
hear from him. He'll a Jap tattooer's place. an
have to light him to keep him out Of It. mo George"
TN you'll be Be patient: don't spoil your
SELF What you want is white mans wok you.
I'm savin you for an artist An he's awaen' for you
somewhere wit his needles No fear: the lucky dayM
come for you" An here 1t is!
Tor that jack the prof. Wit feein' your
friend shall have the best I'm able I'll get the needles
of Zap at the end o the street an we'll fix him
handr
well. JOY give strenth; packed George tho
Motomachi Nike he was a pillow The prof hobbed
90 Lrnc1 49, To-A 49,
inside. judgdn from the folks peepin' through the
screens when we made light lot o sleepy. pretty
little kids in red peeked down the stairs an yelled and
an o. woman smacked em an chased 'em back to bed.
What's the gamer says
"Geisha school,, says the professor He looked tur-
rfbls Light Dyes bright red his white
Nocks brushed everywhch an all smoked
yaller around his mouth.
king Sake says he 'Bolin hot les . pernicious
habit he winktn' at but just this hey?
Fs al right when you can stop any Time a. could II
I wished.
They mixed the little bowls o. co,ors an laid out
the needes-an' George. His shores was harrowin It
like the lines house in the menagerie to him.
a. See here says looldn' at the Jap. no native
talent. you know The good OIL Bowery style. No new
art mind.
~oh!' says the prof. almost shocked. I wouldn't
permit him-not punch. Now them what sort o
design?
lips.
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