The Grinder Papers — page 227: what you’re looking at

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

A aay Re ee a) Sr RL SRY ee ees Sg, ed a > wt , J - 5 Me rt. f o by e ° 7 ° 222 . THE GRINDER PAPERS. ‘Wretch !” sez the doctor. ‘““Yes,” sez he, ‘‘through the head. He'll not trouble me again. ‘Don't think I shall favor your intentions,” sez I. ‘‘No; Charity Grinder is not to be won thus.” - ‘“‘Hey!” sez he. ‘‘ He warn’t yours—was he?” “Sir!” sez I. | ‘‘ Arrest the murderer !” sez the doctor. | The perfesser stares. Jest then the winder opens again, and in comes Mr. Brown, Esq., with tew cats by the tails—one black, and one gray. ‘‘Land o’ liberty!” sez he. ‘‘ Didn't expect so much company. But, since youre here, this is the perfesser’s, and this mine. Well hev some sleep now, I reckon.” | Sez the doctor: ‘‘Did you come down here tew shoot cafs ?” “‘Yes,”’ sez he. ‘‘Don't you see ’em ?” 43 ‘‘Miss Grinder informed me sez the doctor. But I didnt wait tew hear no more. I flowed tew my room,. and this mornin’ am about tew leave. Arter the remarks that has been made about me, my dignitude demands that I should ZO. P. S.—Couldn’t the society fur the development o’ cruelty to animals do nothin’ about the shootin’ o’ thim cats? I’d like to hev the perfesser and Mr. Brown, Esquire, hung for it if I could. comicbooks.com