Block · one region of the page, as the scanner read it. It may hold a whole story, part of one, several, or an advertisement; stitching blocks into articles is the next step. Text is supplied OCR.
Page 10 · column 3 of 4 · from the scan, no model involved
"Hey Clyde," whined Jack. ‘I gotta talk to you." "Quit horsin' around. I'm not in the mr»d,“ snorted Clyde. 'Hey man...I thought you were my friend!" cried Jack. “Okay Jack, let's have it. How come you're ail down in the snout?' Oyde demanded. "Well, I'm all short and scruffy, Clyde. You're tall and shiny. People respect you, but they just pile stuff on me and kick me around. I just don't get no respect, y'know what I mean?" “Hey man, get a grip," exclaimed Clyde. "We're all God's children, We got our own thing to do for Him. Whoever heard of Mary riding a horse into Bethlehem? How about when Jesus went to Jerusalem...y’know the palm branches? He was on a donkey, right? Don't tell any of my buddies, but just between you and me, I've always been a little jealous of you guys." "You really mean it...no horsin' around?" said Jack. "Yea Jack, just between me and you. Now, git!" Yes, we're all God's children. Worship at your local church or synagogue this week. God has a purpose for you.
58.5%