CHAPTER XXI.

         CHAPTER XXII.

         CHAPTER XXIII.

         CHAPTER XXIV.

         CHAPTER XXV.

         CHAPTER XXVI.

         CHAPTER XXVII.

         CHAPTER XXVIII.

         CHAPTER XXIX.

         CHAPTER XXX.

         A Gentleman, Wants to Inter Vuehim.

         I Crep Outer Bed and Lit the Gas.

         It Was Ony the Wurk of a Minnit to Pry Open The Lid

         And Rote Bout 10,000 Notes

         Then I Hawled off My False Mustash

   Mister Diry:

   I've been intending ever since I got home from Yourope, to begin ritin' in a diry, but I ain't had no time, cos my chum Jimmy and me has been puttin' in our days havin' fun. I've got to give all that sorter thing up now, cos I've accepted a persisshun in a onherabel perfesshun, and wen I get to be a man, and reech the top rung of the ladder, I'm goin' to mak' New York howl.

   Pa, he wanted me to go to skule, but I culdn't see it a tall, cos a feller wot's alwus goin' to skule don't never kno nothin' but base-ballin' and prize fitin' wen 'he gets thru. All them fellers wot rite 

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