{"newspaper_name": "The Columbian fountain.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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A country fellow was passing down Mid
die street, the other day, when wag thrust
his head out of a window, and sung out,
" Halo, there, squire, when did you come
down I" Jonathan cast his eye up to the
window, and replied \" ! say, mister, you
had better haul in your head; folks will
think you keep slaughter house, seeing
calf's head hanging out Of the window"