N. Y. to Grenitch 500.0
The lease said about my and my fathers trip from the Bureau of
Manhattan to our new home the soonest mended. In some way ether I or
he got balled up on the grand concorpse and next thing you know we was
thretning to swoop down on Pittsfield.
Are you lost daddy I arsked tenderly.
Shut up he explained.
At lenth we doubled on our tracks and done much better as we finley hit
New Rochelle and puled up along side a policeman with falling archs.
[Illustration: _The New Rochelle Policeman_]
What road do I take for Grenitch Conn quired my father with poping eyes.
Take the Boston post replid the policeman.
I have all ready subscribed to one out of town paper said my father and
steped on the gas so we will leave the flat foot gaping after us like a
prune fed calf and end this chapter.