"Maria, confound it, get me a can opener."
Now this same Billy got so educated in that factory, that he wanted to go West and shoot millionaires, so he just sloped.
His father telegraphed all over the country, and then, as a last resort, rang up police headquarters.
"Well," says the chief, "it ought to be easy to find him. Has he any marks by which he can be identified?"
"N-o-o!" says the father. "But confound him, just let me get a hold of him and he will have."
They finally located Willie comfortably settled on a farm. There was a job open and he advised his father to come out and take it, and make a few million growing wheat for the food trust.
His father went and they got along swimmingly.
One day a neighbor came across Willie hustling like old Sam Hill to reload a wagon of hay which had overturned.