Book your ticket to happiness with Sun Express Airlines. I'm going to. The Oh, Few people wrote about New York City at the turn of the last century like O'Henry.

Everything was a mixture of old and new,

from horse-drawn cabs and gas lights in the parks

to cafes and all-night lunch counters using electric lights

and sporting wall-mounted

telephones in the bag. There were millionaires and bums, Irish cops, up-and-comings,

and down-and-outs. In a city of millions, even then.

Tonight we share two O'Henry short stories

you're sure to enjoy.

And how times have changed.

Look for these lines in the upcoming story. When I first read them I broke out laughing. It's classic

Oh Henry. Now t'was a peaceful and happy home that all of us had in them same bersheba

flats. The Odowds and the Steinowitches, and the Callahan's

and the Coans, and the Spizinelli's and the MacManuses, and the Spiegel-Myers and the Joneses,

all nations of us. We lived like one big family together.

And when the hot nights came along, we kept a line of children reaching from our front door to

Kelly's on the corner, passing along the cans of beer from one to another without the trouble of running after it.

Oh, I love it. Classic O Henry

The City of Dreadful Night by O'Henry

During the recent Warmed Over spell, said my friend Carney, driver of Express Wagon

number 8608, a good many opportunities was had of observing human nature through

peek-a-boo wastes. The Park Commissioner and the Commissioner of Police and the Forestry

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