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PORTLAND, OREGON. SATURDAY EVENING, AUGUST 8, 1 1903.
ANtY: :HI0HFLY FUNNEL
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. v His harmless sand was exchanged for gunpowder. . A novel form of amusement suggests ttscll. And is unsuspectingly carried out
AUs he is hoist with his own petard !, Fate giimlf drops him into the funnel. The stokers rake him over the coals, for which he.is duly grateful.
vPAPA SEE WILLIE AT UNCLE TOM'S
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"Dear Mamma :
Papa got here,
to revpJve
we was trying to get the whitewashing done before
but we got along so slow that I invented a brush
By clockwork and then attached a hose from a movable tank to
feed it with whitewash. We was all ready to try it when Papa came.
"We was fust throwing the whitewash on the fence
spring slipped off the cog and the . brush began
whitewash
, n if if. lit
when;the;o!d
to splash 'the