Sure, I know, Mr. Birsky, Golnik continued; but what is the Kunst a feller should be president, understand me, if I got to pay every week my good money for a lot of operators which they fress from pickles and fish, understand me, till they are black in the face mit the indigestion, y'understand, while me I never got so much as a headache even?
"The Competitive Nephew"
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