THE OLD YEAR DONE IN OIL.
Old Year! transported by fast freight,
With neither drawback nor rebate,
How odd it seems to quote thee “late!”
Old Year! since thou wert struck, alas!
What surface shows have men let pass—
They promised oil and yielded gas!
Old Year! test-wells of crude that smelt,
But had no sand like snows would melt.
Few always drill straight on the belt!