The Grinder Papers — page 255: what you’re looking at

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250 THE GRINDER PAPERS. speakin’ tu ye—and the York men sect is horrid that way—you could thump ’em.. And they're splendid fur bad boys, and meddlin’ children, and dogs, and I have heerd o’ frightenin’ mad bulls by openin’ it in ther faces suddent. Let’s see, I’ve seen blue numberills, and green, and brown, and black, but I never seen a red ’un. ‘Them that makes ‘em knows how't folks couldn't hook ‘em ef they was pecooliar | colors, and ’twould spile their trade. The heft o’ numberills is stole ye know. What J/ call a good ’un don’t never wear out. Things comes — _off on’t—the handle, the fastenin’, the top, and a wire or two; but the body on’t is everlastin’. Wonder who has got mine. Some o’ the fash’nable Yorkers I spect, that gets hold o’ things any way they kin, honest or not. I’ve looked out fur it up Broadway every time since I lost it. I borryed one myself. This here is Samanthy Grigg’s helps that I’ve got with me. She don't never use it only fur rain. Got a hity-tity pink thing, with beads, fur the sun. No handle nearly. Reaches her arm up sos her elber is right angles o’ her nose, and hists it before one eye ; tother has tu wink, cause it ain’t shaded. You've got beaded ones. Well I reckon you have, but I ain't a-goin’ to hist one and look like a tamborine gal follerin’ a monkey and organ. Du tell, let’s look, though; might as well see what's goin’, and know what folks be in York. That thing with the gilt glass ball fora handle beats me all holler, and the one with tassels would give a duck fits. S’pose comicbooks.com . rm y git AAS