If we vote for those who helped, brother—who helped us on our way!
John H. Gibson.
The Weekly Dispatch, April 26, 1885.
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Picked up Outside the Lyceum.
You must wake and call me early—call me early mother dear,
Our Irving, as you’ll recollect, does now once more appear,
And so I’m bound, ere yet ’tis dawn, my humble couch to quit,
For I have to book for the pit, mother—I have to book for the pit.
Funny Folks.