| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 361 |
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jars upon his trousers, on the same place where he was in the habit of wiping his hands when he happened to get some dirt on them. He filled the jars so full that as he held them by the rims and passed them to their owners part of the contents slopped over and trickled through his fingers. By the time he had finished the floor was covered with little pools of tea. `They say that Gord made everything for some useful purpose,' remarked Harlow, reverting to the original subject, `but I should like to know what the hell's the use of sich things as bugs and fleas and the like.' `To teach people to keep theirselves clean, of course,' said Slyme. `That's a funny subject, ain't it?' continued Harlow, ignoring Slyme's answer. `They say as all diseases is caused by little insects. If Gord 'adn't made no cancer germs or consumption microbes there wouldn't be no cancer or consumption.' |
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