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2 Last and do other work, that wood give me a little pocket money. I think I was at the factory at the time you had your
distressing accident. You were lacing a belt I think, and in pushing the lacing through the eyelets with the sharp end of
a file, your hand slipped and the point of the file penetrated your eye. Last. When you were convalescing I visited you on
the South Side. You had two front rooms; my first call may be called a charitable call - The other frequent calls were selfish
calls, because I was fascinated with you and your wonderful collections and inventions. You had a rough wooden clock of three
wheels I think standing in front room - something you had hastily gotten up for your Sunday school class. Then your bed which
would drop the sleeper to the floor at any desired hour, throw the cover from his sleeping frame, light the lamp and do almost
everything but dress him, was an ingenious novelty. You had me climb into the bed and set the alarm for five minutes. Your
large wooden clock was in the