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father, having divested himself of all surplus garments, entered the hole,
pulling the pipe after hira. It was a tight squeeze, and after laying on
his back to convenience his position, he proceeded to discover the leak.
Very little water was now coming from it, as he had taken the precaution
to turn off the tap. lie hadn’t turned it quite tight enough and yelled ;
“ Turn off de valor,”
"Ail righdt, Eider,” replied Joe,
Joe didn't know hrs right hand from his ieil, nor the philosophy of
screws, and turned it on.
The old gentleman’s mouth was under the leak. Me was wedged
in. He sputtered and swore and swore and sputtered, but his wild
yells to Joe were muffled by the sound of deluging water and Joe was
intent on a dog-fight across the way, as he sat on an empty nail keg
and chewed gum.
Me looked over his shoulder and saw the old man with a shining
red face, mud-bespattered, angrily creeping from the hole. His clothes
clung limply to him and trickling streams meandered down his neck.
Joe apprehended danger and flashed away at a pace that left his
corpulent father far in the rear. As the boy sped out of sight Mr.
Eisseldorf gathered himself with a. supreme effort and hurled the
monkey-wrench at the fleeing form, crying :
“ Mine cracious, do you dink I vas a duck ? 'r

THR WATERiYLILLION.
ER E was a watermillion
J^_ Growing on a vine,
And there were a pickanniny
A-watching it all the time.

And when that water million
Were a-ripenmg in tile sun,
And the stripes along its jacket
Were coming one by ore,