tile prospecktive Preserdent,
but you didn't stay on him long, cos baby's and safety-pins maid you
tired.

Enyway you've got a histery, cos them littel black spots on your rite
bussum looks like they mite wunce hav ben part of Mrs. Dr. Walker's
patent backackshun, maskuline, dress-reform trowsers, wot she sent
to the paper-mill to get ground up inter paper to mak books for the
enlitenin of the wimmin of our country.

How's that for high, Mr. Diry? My muse come playguey neer running away
with me, so I had to wistle "down brakes," and slow her up. Now I'll
begin to record my doins on your pages, so that, shuld the toes of my
boots be applide to the patent bucket early in my useful carreer, the
hull wurld'll kno wot a treassure socieaty has lost. I ain't givin you
eny biled lasses candie, but don't you let your memmerizin orgins lose
site of the fact that I, Georgie, the Bad Boy wot's ben to Yourope,
ain't no slouch.

My pa sez I'm a geneyus. I guess he's 'bout rite, ony he orter sed I was
a buddin' one, 'cos my hankerin' after a perfeshunal carrieer has led me
to axcept a posishun in the publick-opinyun-moldin' shop wots known as
the _Daily Buster_, Joe Gilley, edittur and proprieat-her. Subskripshun
price, $5 per yare. No trubbel to sine receits.

N.B.--Speshell arrangements with ex-Senater Satan enabels us to give our
delinkent subskribers cheap excurshun rates to the Hot Sulfur Baths, via
the Haydies Short Line, our fitin' edit-her corndoctor. This paper is
run on red-hot indypendant principels, in a spicey, sparklin' manher. In
pollyticks our motto is: "Onhest men, regardless of partie, candy-dates
with barr'ls xcepted."

The above is the prospecktus of the journalistick venture in wich I
have mbarked in the capacerty of typergraffickal devil. So now Mr.
Diry, look out for the brakers.

CHAPTER II.

HIS FIRST INTERVUE.--WILL THEY BE CONSINED TO A PLACE THAT
IS HOTTER THAN THIS.--A LABER-SAVTN' MASHEEN.--BEER,
GASSERLIN AND PROHIBISHUN.

I've jest got my supper, so I guess I'll tell you 'bout my first day's
xperience on the Dailey "Buster." I was down to the offis at 7 'clock,
and the mannergin edittur, he detaled me to intervue, the old papers and
dust, on the floor. By the ade of a broom, wot was so old, it was most
bald-hedded, I suckceeded in completely ridden the floor of its surplus
stock of litterature, and terbackhey balls, wot them printers spit out,
wen they warnted to use ther