The Springfield news. (Springfield, Lane County, Or.) 1916-2006, May 30, 1929, Image 12

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she ’ ll stand
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THE KELLY KIDS
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RIGGING U P T H E
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TOM
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takin ' awful
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p u r ON DECK W IT H
nothin ’ ovi r Y ou but
T H E s k y ! A N D MOW
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MOSQUITO N E T T IN G
ON M Y B E D S O U CAN
COM E IN S ID E A N D
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side OF A
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FOR THE SCOWj
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L i ' ll say its
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H TO T E A K
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T he place
OFF 5 L E E P
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A H , T H E B E A U T IF U L M O O N !
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MY COSH! THE
DECK IS SLIPPIN
FROM UNDER
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F O R S L E E P IN G O N D E C K !
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E N C H A N T IN G R IP P L E OF
the water that lulls to y
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now
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over to lord
I'M BALLOO NING !
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V E R T UPLIFTING
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SCUSE THE •
I ASSURE YOUSE
INTRUSION, MRS.
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I PRODDED THE
PLEBEIAN ROTTER
INTO THE MUDDY >
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WHAT D ID
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