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He clutches his handkerchief-box.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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He clutches his handkerchief-box.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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Friday, January 18, 2013
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Exhausted, Mr. Weeps falls asleep on top of the Sierras.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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Exhausted, Mr. Weeps falls asleep on top of the Sierras.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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Thursday, January 17, 2013
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He tries sea-bathing.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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He tries sea-bathing.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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Thursday, January 17, 2013
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He tried to scratch the roof of his mouth with the back of his tongue.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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He tried to scratch the roof of his mouth with the back of his tongue.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, January 17, 2013
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Becoming weary, he implores his partner to help him.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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Becoming weary, he implores his partner to help him.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, January 17, 2013
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Whereupon he jumps out of bed, and grinds his eyes with both his fists.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

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Whereupon he jumps out of bed, and grinds his eyes with both his fists.

From Hay fever, by Augustus Hoppin, Boston, 1873.

(Source: archive.org)

Thursday, January 17, 2013