Rest of us, we follered suit, scrappin' fer the chance,
Then we took her to the door an' finished with a shout.
But, before we let her go—shameful sort o' trick!—
Made her kiss us all good-night; "Doc" took his right slow.
I just sucked my breath all in an' hustled through it quick;
Still, she didn't seem to mind; guess she didn't know.—
"Now," says I, "my homesick friend" (to him on Halsted Street),
"You're a painful sort o' sight, crackin' up Broadway.
Kimball, Brule County, was an ace-high flush to beat
An' I'd backed her to the limit fer a winner in the play.