Dizzy Joe:–"I hope these cloze won't be as hard ter git out of as they was to git in ter! I'll jist give him my ole uns soze he'll have somethin' to wear!"

Mr. Hankins:–"Jerusalem de golden! I never see a suit ov cloze go to pieces quick ez dat suit of cloze did; dey must be jist chock full er germs!" (Dizzy Joe takes in the situation.)

Voice from behind the fence:–"Lemme out!!! Come back you black sinner and help me out!! Help!! Murder!!"

Dizzy Joe:–"I-didn't-expect-to-have-to-take no bath-this-year-but-if-I-must–

...–I must."

Dizzy Joe:–"I don't believe Adam and Eve ever made no suit of cloze outer leaves. I'd like ter ketch that black hyena that burned up my Sunday duds."

(A month later.) Mr. Peter Hisites:–"This is great. The quiet solitude of the mighty woods and a good lunch is what fits me."

Dizzy Joe:–"Excuse me, sir! I–whatsermatter?"

Dizzy Joe:–"I was only about to remark, sir, when you slipped off the log, that I would like to buy one of them sangwishes if you'll take my note for it at thirty days."

Mr. Peter Hisites (ten minutes later):–"Do you catch on? We'll make fifty dollars a week apiece and our board an' washin' out of it!"