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Title: Said the observer
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Stellman, Louis J. (Louis John), 1877-1961
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Publisher: San Francisco, The Whitaker & Ray co., inc
Contributing Library: Getty Research Institute
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r mak-ing a i touch; the after-dinner speech will no morepave the politicians ways to fame, and the portraitof the baby that thrived on Malters Malted Milk,which now embellishes the pages of newspaper andmagazine, will become naught but a lingeringmemory of the past. Delights of FlashlightPhotography. See those hands? said the Observer, holdingup two bunches of fives, whose digits werestained near the ends with some dark brown sub-stance, 11 thats pyrogallic acid—and that burnnear my thumb was made by Blitz Pulver. Itwouldnt take a Sherlock Holmes to discover thatI had the camera craze, would it ? The other day I went into a photographic supplyhouse to look at some of their cameras and theclerk sold me one of the kind that a child canoperate. He didnt say where the child was to befound, but I have since concluded that it must bea very remarkable specimen of the infant prodigy,and is probably touring the country as a dimemuseum attraction on the strength of its wonderfulabilities. 46
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DELIGHTS OF FLASHLIGHT PHOTOGRAPHY. 49 I took the camera home with me and carefullyassimilated the printed instructions which accom-panied it, fixed up a dark room in the woodshedand then sauntered proudly back with my machineunder my arm to photograph the baby. Now, Ive always prided myself on the genialgoodnature of my infant. He hardly ever criesor kicks the covers off, or becomes afflicted withcolic about 3 a. m. The butcher says he takesafter me, though my wife wont acknowledge this,notwithstanding the fact that the butcher has sixof his own and ought to know. Well, the momentI came in, that kid, instead of rolling his eyes andsaying, c a-goo-goo, which means papa, as every-one knows, set up a regular Comanche howl andthrew his rattle at me. When I took him in myarms and tried to quiet him, he clawed at my eyes,kicked a pocketful of cigars to pieces and bellowedso vociferously that I gave him back to his ma. 50 SAID THE OBSERVER. After a while lie began to listen to reason andI s

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