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everybody had gone to bed she would take you into her bed

and it was a very long scary story and the worst of the wolves howled through the streets gloaming to freeze little children's blood was the Loup Garou howling in the Jura and we were scared and she had breasts under her nightgown and the Loup Garou was terrible scary

-129-and black hair and rub against her and outside the wolves howled in the streets and it was wet there and she said it was nothing she had just washed herself but the Loup Garou was real y a man hold me close

cheri a man howled through streets with a bloody snout that tore up the bel ies of girls and little children Loup Garou

and afterwards you knew what girls were made like

and she was very sil y and made you promise not to tel but you wouldn't have anyway NEWSREEL X

MOON'S PATENT IS FIZZLE

insurgents win at Kansas pol s Oak Park soulmates part 8000 to take autoride says girl begged for her husband PIT SENTIMENT FAVORS UPTURN

Oh you be-eautiful doll

You great big beautiful doll

the world cannot understand al that is involved in this, she said. It appears like an ordinary worldly affair with the trappings of what is low and vulgar but there is nothing of the sort. He is honest and sincere. I know him. I have fought side by side with him. My heart is with him now. Let me throw my arms around you

Honey ain't I glad I found you

Almost Motionless In Midsummer Languor On Business

Seas One Mil ion See Drunkards Bounced

-130-JURORS AT GATES OF BEEF BARONS

compare love with Vesuvius emblazoned streets await tramp of paladins Honey ain't I glad I found you

Oh you beautiful doll

You great big beautiful doll

TRADES WHITE HORSE FOR RED

Madero's troops defeat rebels in Battle at Parral Roose-velt carries Il inois oratory closes eyelids Chicago pleads for more water

CONFESSED ANARCHISTS ON BENDED KNEES KISS U. S. FLAG

The Sunbeam Movement is Spreading

BOMB NO. 4 IN LEVEE WAR SPLINTERS

WEST SIDE SALOON

a report printed Wednesday that a patient in a private pavilion in St. Luke's Hospital undergoing an operation for the extirpation of a cancerous growth at the base of the tongue was General Grant was denied by both the hospital authorities and Lieut. Howze who characterized the story as a deliberate fabrication THE CAMERA EYE (13)

he was a towboat captain and he knew the river

blindfold from Indian Head to the Virginia Capes and the bay and the Eastan Shoa up to Baltima' for that matter and he lived in a redbrick house in Alexandria the pilothouse smelt of a hundred burntout pipes

that's the Mayflower the president's yacht and that there's the Dolphin and that's the ole monitor Tippe--131- canoe and that there's the revenoo cutter and we're just passin' the po-lice boat

when Cap'n Keen reaches up to pul the whistle on

the ceiling of the pilothouse you can see the red and green bracelet tattooed under the black hairs on his wrist Ma soul an' body ole Cap'n Gifford used ter be a frien' o' mahne many's the time we been oysterin' together on the Eastan Shoa an'

oysterpirates used to shanghai young fel ers in those days an' make 'em work al winter you couldn' git away less you swam ashoa and the water was too damnation cole an' the ole man used to take the fel ers' clothes away so's they couldn't git ashoa when they was anchored up in a crik or near a house or some-thin' boy they was mean customers the oysterpirates ma soul and body onct there was a young fel er they worked til he dropped and then they'd just sling him overboard tongin' for oysters or dredgin' like them oysterpirates did's the meanest kinda work in winter with the spray freezin' on the lines an' cuttin' your hands to shreds an'

the dredge foulin' every minute an' us havin' to haul it up an' fix it with our hands in the icy water hauled up a stiff onct What's a stiff? Ma soul an' body a stiff's a dead man ma boy a young fel er it was too without a stitch on him an' the body looked like it had been beat with a belayin' pin somethin' terrible or an' oar mebbe reckon he wouldn't work or was sick or somethin' an' the ole man

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