showin' the peeple the _Busters_ hedlines, wot red: "Terribel Calamyty!
J. Gould, the Ralerode King, Falls Outer Bed and Sustains Fatul
Injuries." The managers of the other noosepapers was orful mad, and maid
all the citie reporters hand in their resignashuns, cos they wasn't
smart enuf to each the item. Down in Wall strete there was a reglar
pannick. The Beers was jest as happy as they culd be, and most all of
'em maid there fortunes before dinner, cos all the stock went down like
led. Jest wen a lot of the bulls was goin' to bust up and pay ther
creditturs 5 cents on the dollar, who should walk inter the Xchange but
J. Gould himself. You never seen such a surprised crowd enyw'ere; they
all thot it was his gost till he 'xplayned that it warn't him wot fell
outer bed a tail He sed he know
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