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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n the past,still by cross-examination he brought her down to date. The Three Girls Guild, it seemed, had found her desti-tute five years before. The Three Girls Guild had takenher in hand, had fed her, clothed her, paid her rent. Ithad done more, was doing more. The guild was seeingto it that the declining years of this two-toothed old scare-crow were years of comfort and of peace, and she was very, (Continued on Page 38) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 37 N^O condition or set of cir=_ cumstances ever seems toswerve or change peoples goodopinion of the Hupmobile. The reason, of course, is boundto be both simple and sound. The Hupmobile proves, andre-proves every day, its extra-ordinary value—by the highquality and constancy of itsservice, and the remarkably lowcost of that service. It follows, almost inevitably, thatpublic feeling should now bemerged into the definite convic-tion that the Hupmobile is thebest car of its class in the world. 38 THE SATURDAY EVENING POST November /.T, 1920 P
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(Continued fromPage 36) very grateful, thelady told Old Bill.She told it withher teeth, her eyes,her wagging chin,and as she told it she kept clawing at Bills hand. She was still clawing at it when Miggie Brewster, face flushed, eyesglowing, swept once more into sight, broke awayfrom her partner for the moment and apologeti-cally faced Bill. I didnt mean she began contritely, but she im-mediately backed away from Bills outstretched arms.No, no! she said. Not another dance! I havent gotthe time. Youre so awfully docile, Mr. Olds, that I want to in-troduce you to another guest of honor that Ive got.Hes acting like a fish out of water that wants to go to bed.Hes got a gloom on. Nobodys got the time to cheer himup. You can keep him in good humor—theres the boy! Old Bill was the boy. He followed Miggie Brewster asa faithful dog its mistress. In an uncomfortable pose be-fore the fireplace there stood a pompous individual ofmiddle age—lean, serious faced, important. Old Bill knewthe type

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