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Title: Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904
Year: 1904 (1900s)
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Publisher: New York: Harper & Brothers Publishers
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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M. M. B. The Robins Enterprise—A Fable AROBIN found three cherries of a golden hue and fine. Ill start a pawn-shop here, said he, and use them for my sign.The first day ate he one of them, the next another followed,The third his venture ended when the last one he had swallowed.I did not do so badly, after all, forsooth! said he; My enterprise for three whole days and nights supported me. ISioic from this simple tale we may this lesson well recall:Tis bet ter far to play a I trade than not to work at all. It seemed to pop right in my head. And out before I knew it,And Grandma said, Dont punish him He didnt mean to do it. And then my mother said, Oh no, My dearest boy is notToo small to always tell the truth,—■ Im sorry he forgot. The Rainy Day MY mother punished me to-dav:I told a fib, thats why:A real one—and I dont know how.Nurse said it was a lie. She only put me in a chair, And tied my hands, and sighed ; I didnt care—until she kneeledBeside the chair and cried. L. M. S.
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Self-Evident Judge. Officer, release that man at once; hisappearance indicates he has told a straight story. Gettin Washed BURGES JOHNSON AT breakfast, when Im kinder late an hurry to my place,An wanter eat, some person says, Oh, what a dirty face!Or, Leave the table right away, those hands are a disgrace!An when I come back nice an clean, my mother says she fearsI didnt take a lot of pains to wash behin my ears. An lots o times when Ive been out an havent touched a thinThat could have dirtied me a bit, why some ones called me in,—An what they went an said was dirt was shadders on my skin.But spose that cedar-tree I climbed did leave some teeny smears,I dont see how a bit could get way up behin my ears! Oh, when Im big, without a nurse or grown-up folks that tease,Some weeks Ill wear my oldest cloes as ragged as I please,An muss my hair an have big holes in both my stockin knees.Of course Ill wash each mornin, cept when playtime interferes,But you just bet Ill let alone that place b

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