Small Party:–"I was a-givin' Mr. Snees, the poet, a sparrin' lesson an' he says, jist slip my coat on an' run over to the Weekly Whoop with this 'ere Spring poem, while I git me breath."

Editor W. W.:–"Who are you?"

Small Party:–"Jist excuse me—

a half a second—

and—

I'll give you—