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SATIRE - PART 1
#25 - A SINECURE
Size: 5" x
3"
Date: Undated
Lithographer: Unidentified
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SINECURE. |
TRAMP
(recognizing friend)--"Is that
yerself, Tooley?
An' what are ye doin' in that hole?"
FRIEND--"Don't say a
worrud, 'tis a foine job I
have; the felly what runs the summer
hotel below here
pays me siven dollars a week to live
here, an' he calls
me 'The Hermit of Scrub-Oak Hill.' The
boorders
comes up here be the dozen to luk at me,
an' it's good
cigars I'm shmokin' the whole day
long!" |
| From
Puck, by
permission. |
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Originally
published in Puck:
Vol. XXI, No. 543 - August 3, 1887
(also appeared in Puck's Library: No.
10 - April, 1888)
Artist: Frederick B. Opper
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