Your cothamor[51] and hat you had better put astray from them—
The hardest job in life is to tear yourself away from them!
Francis A. Fahy.
“SHE’LL NEVER LET YOU REST TILL YOUR GLASS IS BRIMMING O’ER AGAIN.”]
PETTICOATS DOWN TO MY KNEES.
When my first troubles in life I began to know,
Spry as a chick newly out of the shell,
Nothing I longed for so much as a man to grow,
Sharing his joys and his sorrows as well.