“BILL AN’ ME.”
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loG NNYBODY who went to de World’s Fair won’t forgit itin a hurry.
+. I’m one. Bill Bossit he’s anuder. Bill an’ me went togedder.
Bill’s fader he’s a porter on.one ov de Pulman tranes wot runs to
Chicago, an’ he got Bill an’ mea free pass on*

  
 

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Ro de rode. I don’t no ware he got itan’Idon’t

-» care. Mebbe de man wasn’t lookin’ wen he
tuk it. But Bill an’ me we got on de trane an tuk a 3
feedin’ bottle wid us full ov rye wiskey. Bill he got @)WN\ yA
de fust drink an’ i had to go thirsty. Dere was anaw- piares Ry A)
ful lot ov fellers wid bottles on de trane, but wun z VS
man in frunt ov us he had a little bottle full ov white
powder an’ he got sum ice water wunce or twice an’ put
some ov the stuff in, an’ it biled up just like a gin-fizz.
He sed it kept hed-ake away. Wen we got ter Chicago
- Bill an’ me had a wash an’ made a bee-line fer de Fair
’ grounds. Sich crowds I never did see. We ast ware de

mostest fun was, an’ one ov dem fellers dey calls Colum-

bus’s Gards he sez, sez he: “‘ Youse fellers want tergotode / / eT

Midway Plaisance over dere!’’? ‘‘Anythink in it?’’ ast it
Bill. “Bet yure sweetlife,’’ sed de Gard, just as nateral as if he warn’t

 
  
  
 

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