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Identifier: andirontales00bang (find matches)
Title: Andiron tales
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Bangs, John Kendrick, 1862-1922
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Publisher: Philadelphia : Winston
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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one, Flammy, said an Ostrich who was crowdeduncomfortably in between the Kangaroo and an old gentleman 72 Andiron Tales with one eye and a green beard who, Tom learned later, was a leadingcitizen of Saturn. He cant help it if hes poor. Thank you, Mr. Ostrich, said the Kangaroo, with a sob. Iwas very much hurt by the Flamingos remark. I have 19,627children, and it keeps me jumping all the time to support them. I apologize, said the Flamingo. My observations were most unjust.You do not look like thirty cents at all,as I perceive at second glance. As Ilook at you more closely you look likea $1.39 marked down to seventy-two.But why dont you get up and give thelady your seat? Is there a lady on the car whowants it? asked the Kangaroo, standing up, and peering anx-iously about him. No, of course not, saidthe Flamingo, but what dif-ference does that make? Atrue gentleman is politewhether there are ladiespresent or not. The Polar Bearopened his eyes and lean-ing forward glared at theFlamingo.
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it keeps me jumping all the time. On the Trolley Cloud 73 You dont seem to be over-anxious about yourself, he growled.11 Why dont you give up your seat to the imaginary lady? Because, Mr. Bear, the Flamingo returned, it would notbe polite. The seat I occupy is extremely uncomfortable, thanksto the crowding of the Hippopotamus on my left and the indulgencein peanuts of the Monkey on my right. By sitting down where Iam, I am making a personal sacrifice. Therell be a free fight in a minute, said the Poker, anxiously. I think wed better get out. You wont do anything of the sort, said the Conductor. Nobody leaves this car until we get there. Get where? demanded the Poker. Anywhere, returned the Conductor. Fares, please. But weve all paid, said the Flamingo. Somebody hasnt, replied the Conductor. There are twenty-two on this car and Ive collected only twenty-one fares. I dontknow who is the deadhead. Therefore you must all pay. It is betterthat there should be twenty-one lawsuits for a tota

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