There was a young man named Meyer, who had an idea that he wanted to hold a county office, and live at the county seat, and spend his time in drinking beer, at good pay, and he knew there was but one road to this summit of human bliss, and that was over Feltzer’s body. So one election day he presented himself at the polls, and ignoring Feltzer, offered a folded ballot.
THE STRUGGLE FOR THE KINGSHIP.
“Mike, show me dot dicket!” exclaimed Feltzer.
“Yoo shust go mit hell!” was Meyer’s answer.
ART IN THE LOUVRE.