Ve dried to stop him in his vild career, but it vos N. G.—no use.
He vould come home newsbaber drunk efery night, und addract a growd around the house mit his antics, und dere vosn’t a slate in the neighborhood dot didn’t pear his autograph.
Und where is he now?
I repeat it to blush.
He is a congressman, und dey dalk of running him for bresident.
Und his poor mother, she is going to die of a broken heart shust as soon as she can find dime.
It vos a noble poet who remarked; “Look de udder vay at de lager ven it vas vhite.”
He vos righd.
Alvays let de lager settle; too much white und not enough red always spoils a schooner.
I am glad to say dot my demperance lectures haf not been mitout dere effect.