F’om one uv ’em, sho!—wouldn’t you?
But heah I sets, sad an’ commis’able—
I tell you dey’s treated me rough!
Mis’able, mis’able, mis’able!—
Mis’able, sho’ ’nough!
APE OWE ’EM
BY DEEMS TAYLOR
WHEN fur stews can this sill leer I’m,
Toot rye tomb ache theme e’en ink Lear,
Youth inked wood butt bee weigh sting thyme;