A vender of balloons, a chap
    In Russia born and bred,
Came ambling through the dusty street,
    His wares above his head.

"Balloons! Balloons! Who vants to buy?"
    He shrilly cried. "I say—"
Just then his enterprise collapsed—
    The shot had come that way.

Peter Newell, The Hole Book, New York, Harper & Brothers, 1908, plate 15.

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