Identifier: saturdayeveningp1933unse (find matches)
Title: The Saturday evening post
Year: 1839 (1830s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : G. Graham
Contributing Library: University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign
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? The subject of prunesbores me this afternoon. Like Horace,grown a little bald, my only desire is todrowse like a dog in some sunny corner ofSabina. Thats all very well, Henry, she per-sisted, but when youre working forwages Thats a subject I wanted to bring up,he declared, raising a long hand. Doyou realize that you are paying me en-tirely too much? I have decided to strikefor shorter hours and a smaller wage. Sup-pose you cut roe a dollar a day, and allowme an hour in the afternoons to read myJapanese papers and enjoy a good laugh.There is all too little laughter in thisworld. Just what do you find to laugh at inyour papers? she inquired, her curiosityroused. In playing with a hornets nest, whocan say which one of the interesting insectshas been the first to sting? Having nosense of humor, the Japanese can be veryfunny. This paper I am holding is a repre-sentative organ of San Francisco. It iswritten entirely for Nipponese consumption,and because the language is quite difficult for
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Anna Sat Staring at the Little Figure. What LabyrlWat Thlt? Why Had She Been Brought Here to nth of the Orient Wat She Entering Now? What TrickTalk of a Groundless Rumor In a Japanese Paper? Americans it speaks out and says aboutwhat it wants to. I see our mutual friend,Baron Tazumi, has broken out again, heconcluded, squinting into the perpendicularlines on the front page.Has he? He glanced sharply at her over the top ofthe paper and prefaced his reading with theexplanation: The Japanese have a prov-erb which says, You cannot tear paper thewrong way, much as you say, You cannotfloat up stream. You know how hard it isto whistle and sing at the same time? Well,our distinguished racial half brother seemsto have perfected himself in the art. Asweet song of love for American interview-ers. A sharp whistle of hate for Japanesereaders. I wonder what has happened tothe baron? Never before has he been soopenly bitter against the blond race of whichI am a poor half portion. I cant imagine, ans

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