‘ "A ragged little urchin came to my door not long since, fishing for old clothes. I brought him a vest and a pair of pants, which I thought would be a comfortable fit. Young America took the garments and examined each; then, with a disconsolate look, said, 'there ain't no watch-pocket!'"
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