Much medicine talk about—
It heap too late for Injun chief
To keep-um alien out.”
PATHETIC SELECTIONS IN POETRY
PASSIN’ BY[11]
By Bombardier B. Bumpas
Well, I went an’ joined the army, an’ I done my little bit—
’Ere’s the bloke wot put my pot on; yes, I keeps ’im in my kit—
No, ’e ain’t no proper soft-nose; just the end off on the sly;