But I seem to be sick of it all—and of empty pockets the most.'
Prize parody from The World, November 19, 1879.
The second prize parody on the same topic commenced thus:—
BREAD has gone up again. Was that what you said to me, child?
Bread and coals gone up, and the weather wet and wild;
Bread gone up again, and cold and hunger severe;
An' me not knowing which way to turn, an' you but a child,
my dear.
Don't look at me that way, Mary, with eyes that plead for