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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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metal cas-ket and knelt to pray: Heres your penny,God: Im terrible much obliged—and please,God, wont you specially bless my bootifulgranmuvvie? And granmuvvie felt as she gathered himup in her arms that Tonys prayer hadbeen answered. Not Exactly THE class in German had been learning alittle poem about Bismarck, and theteacher was taking occasion to tell them inGerman a few facts about him. She madethe statement that he was called Der Mannvon Blut und Kisen (the man of bloodand iron). They all knew what Blut was. but none ofthem knew what Eisen was. So pointing to one of the iron ven-tilators in the wall, she said: isl Eisen. Now Bismarck was the man ofblood and what ? Ventilators, shrieked a youngster. Preferable T (TTLE MARGARET came to her motherone day. and asked, Can I take mydollie to heaveil with me when I die? ■■ No. I think not. answered her mother. Very well. then. I will jusl run roundto hell with her. said Margaret, in a tonewhich settled Ihe matter once and for all.
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Bein Sick BY BURGES JOHNSON \^7HEN T am really sick abed* V It isnt ever any fun.I feel all achy in my head An hate to take my medisim.Th sheets get stickyish an hot, But I am not allowed to kickEm off, er read, er talk a lot When I am sick. I hate for all the folks about To come an pat me on th faceAn say, Poor child, youll soon be out, An tiptoe all around th place.They go when I pretend to be Asleep—I do it for a trick:I dont like folks to pity me When I am sick. My mothers di/frunt—I dont care If she sits by me once er twiceAn says, Poor boy, an smooths my hair; She aint just try in to be nice.They bring warm squushy things to me For meals, an make me eat em quick.Tm misruble as I can be When I am sick. But when yer really sick abed All th fun is getting well.Say! Its jolly, bein fed,— I cn hardly ever tellWhat tastes best. Most any food Goes so fast I want t lickTh plate. Stuff always tastes so good When Ive been sick. I like it best when I can sit AH bundled in th easy cha

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