The Grinder Papers — page 272: what you’re looking at

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THE GRINDER PAPERS. 267 NUMBER THIRTY-THREE. CHARITY GOES TO THE CENTRAL PARK. Ef I livea thousand years, you won't catch me tu the Central Park agin. York is a mean place, take it in the lump, but this here Park is the meanest p’int in it. | Ever sence I come, I’ve heard ’em talk on't as ef ther weren't no other place nowhere tu come up tu it, and I’ve kep’ sayin’ I'd go, and puttin’ on’t off. The heft o' my friends and rela- tionships was tu busy tu-go along o’ me when I suggested on't. I dunno us ever I should hev started, ef the Blinksops hadn't come down from Peekskill on a visit. MinuteI heerd they was tu their Cousin Clupper’s I went over and took tea; and while we was havin’ it, Miss Blinksop sez ; ‘‘Fust thing ’'m goin’ tu see is this here Central Park.” “Well,” sezI, ‘‘I hain’t been there yet; so s’pose we make a picnic on’t?” : Sez she, ‘‘ That'll bea good idee.” | So, last Friday we sot out—dunno where our heads was tu choose such an unlucky day. There was me and Miss Blinksop, and him and Aunt Pepper, and the five children; and each o’ the adulterates o’ the party m GCOmic 900 S