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.”