An’ ’ere’s to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your ’ayrick ’ead of ’air—

You big black boundin’ beggar—for you bruk a British square.

THOUGHTS FROM BUB

By Leonard G. Nattkemper

My name is Bub, ’cuz papa sed

He’d ruther call me so than Ned.

But mamma calls me ’ist her beau—

W’en I am good, I mean, you know.

So, I ’ist hardly knows my name