The paraffine has clogg’d each pore
And thou shalt operate no more.
Old Year! lease out and rig in dust,
Time on thy boiler, left to rust,
Writes the producer’s motto: “Bu’st!”
And when it comes our turn to be
Immediate shipment o’er life’s sea,
Old Year! we’ll put a call for thee!
THE CANINE’S DOOM.
When the Oil-City Derrick had its circus with the Allegheny-Valley Railroad it fell to my lot to write up most of the incidents of the conflict. Occasionally a bit of doggerel like this hit the popular fancy: