(Shebang’s a word from Hebrew, meanin’ Seven, sayeth Krupp,
And applied to any shanty where they play at seven-up.)
“Truly it was well blown over all to splinders in the night,
And the winds of heaven are blowing o’er the ruins as I write.”
Gentlemen, the story’s over. It would last for many a day
If it told of every buildin’ built upon the swindlin’ lay.
THAT INTERESTIN’ BOY
HE sat upon the window-sill and jingled ninety cents. There came
along another boy, who said, “How are you, Pence? You’re goin’ out
a-Christmassin’, I guess, among the Dutch, to buy some gifts.” The