THE PEOPLE S JOURNAL, SATURDAY. JUNE 6, 1914
... rain Cam’ perfect sheet. I pit ray umbrella up. An’, sakes, afore I kent. The wind bad swept rao aff feet An’ ower the cliff I went!” Oh. shairly no’ ricbt I cries ‘’Ay, ertvor wit,boot a doot; But, mifchcr, auld gamp it made A perfect parachute! I floated ...