The woman who eagerly seized the oil-can
And to pour kerosene in the cook-stove began,
So that people for miles to quench the fire ran,
While she soar’d aloft like a flash in the pan,
Didn’t know it was loaded.
At a drilling well near Rouseville the tools were lowered on Monday morning and, after running a full screw, were drawn minus the bit, with the stem-box greatly enlarged. After fishing several days for it the drillers were greatly surprised to find the lost bit standing in the slack-tub. The tools had been lowered in the darkness with no bit on.
An Oil-City tramp on the pavement drear
Saw something that seem’d to shine;
He pick’d it up and gave a big cheer—
’Twas a nickel bright, the price of a beer—