By Viny—she’d be’n up ter town; an’ Gene
The operater, lookin’ kind o’ white
Hed handed her the yeller envelope
An’ sez: “It’s jes’ some bizness fer yer Paw”——
Me ’n’ Bill was talkin’ ’bout the Lib’ty bonds.
We’d thrashed the matter over, ’n’ both agreed
The only thing ter dew, ’f a feller hed
The price, was git a bond, an’ ef ’e hedn’t,
Ter git one ennyhow; an’ thet’s how ’twas.
Bill he’d suscribed with Charlie Buck, who runs