Till stopped by the waters of “’Frisco” Bay!

Thus bell and whistle with clang and shriek,

At six o’clock, and six times a week.

Geo. M. Vickers.

Charlie’s Story.

I was sitting in the twilight,

With my Charlie on my knees,

Little two-year old, forever

Teasing “Talk a tory to me pease.”

Now,” I said, “talk me a ’tory.”