An’ they’re honest, an’ decent, an’ happy, an’ the very best Christians I know,
Though I reckon in brilliant comp’ny they’d be voted a leetle slow.
Oh! you’re pressed for time—excuse you? Sure, I’m sorry I kept you so long;
Good-bye! Now he looked kind o’ bored like, an’ I reckon that I was wrong
To tell such a commonplace story, of two such commonplace lives,
But we can’t all git drunk, an’ gamble, an’ fight, an’ run off with other men’s wives.
Robert T. Burdette.
“Ostler Joe” in the hands of a “Potter.”
She went into a soirée,
Where was many a spotter,