The George Dale Tale

Where it began

I was born on the 23rd February 1895 and my name was George Dale. I grew up in an orphanage in Illinois with my 10 orphan brothers. No girls were ever orphaned.

Me and the boys had a rough start to life. No mother or father to guide us along in life, just the big old workhouse with the moody old crone Mrs Fargswiggle(Me and the boys called her Fartswiggle). We all loved her though because she was all we got. We all worked hard. We all rested and ate well. We didn't have it as bad as the ones on the streets.

Mrs Fargswiggle always threatened us with the streets but she was too soft to throw us out. If one of us got an injury, a paper cut at the least, we would have until it healed to rest. Oh what a luxury that was, Mrs Fargswiggle would fuss over us like we were a babe again.

Later in my life, when I was about 14 or 15 years old, I found out my father was the world famous bandit, William Driscoll. I must have took my mother's surname, after all who would've wanted another Driscoll stealing their jewels.

Mrs Fargswiggle always said I was such a wonderful boy to have, but oh boy wasn't she wrong. Whenever we could be free, we boys would sneak around town, snatching and stealing as many things as we could carry. Only once did I get caught. I was punished with no second helping at meal times and no breaks for a month. Mrs Fargswiggle could be mean if she needed to be.
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