PHYLLIS—
I'm very much pain'd to refuse; My guardian you can't lay the fault on. The only young man I would choose Must be from the Chicago & Alton. That road so eclipses the rest, Its men are so handsome and hearty, That I know where to turn for the best, When I want a particular party.
(Enter Strephon, the brakeman; Phyllis rushes to him.)
It must not, cannot be, Your suits my heart has riven; Yon jolly brakeman see, To him my heart is given.
ALL THE G. P. A.'S—Jerusalem!
COUNSELOR—
And who has dared to brave our high displeasure, And thus defy our definite command?