Life — December 2, 1899 — page 24: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Deer: The Faith of Neighbor Bobbie. EIGHBOR BOBBIE was paying one of his casual visits, “Any trouble last week?” said I, for Bobbie needs to be‘cajoled into conver- sation. “Yep” “Fights?” ‘Two.” ‘‘And Christmas is almost here.” Bobbie met my glancewith unwinking eyes. ‘* I guess Santa Claus will forget some of the things you asked him to bring, eh?” said I. BAY, SANTA, THINK YOU'LL NEED ME THIS CHRISTMAS? “That's what maw says.” “You've written him a suppose?” “Yep.” “ Suppose he yot it?” But Bobbie would not commit himself + on this point. My suspicions were aroused, I would sound the depths of his faith. “Do you think Santa Claus likes boys who fight as well as those who are good?” Bobbie looked at his toes. “Come, now, do you?” “Yep,” said Bobbie, defiantly. “And you think he will bring you the letter, I same things he would if you hadn't fought at all?” “Yep.” “Youdo? Why?” “Well,” said Bobbie, ‘I ast him for areal bicycle with a bell to it, a box of chalk what bas colors, a lot of candy, and & book all about Indians.” “Well?” “The Indian book is on the top shelf in maw’s closet, so is the chalk, and the boy what works in Spencers’ told me pop ordercd the bike a week ago. Cuurse,” said Bobbie, “I ain’t dead sure about the bell nor the candy.” Sewell Ford, comicbooks.com