"Jack be nimble, Jack be quick; Jack jump over this here stick!" shouted the drunken father, who had sold the family Furniture to buy liquor. While mother and sister wept to see such sport, the tearful little sprout jumped over a broom handle, again & again until he fell exhausted. The scene shifted—years had passed. The son, arriving home drunk from a football game, forced his aging father to jump over a stick. "Have mercy on my grey hairs," begged the old man. "You didn't have any mercy on my black ones," said the...
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