Says the young W. G. to the old W. G.,
"How I wish that I could time and place like you!
I should like to hear them clap me, but my gig-lamps handicap me;
Still I'll do my little best to pile a few."
Says the old W. G., "Run for all you're worth, like me!
You must always 'play the game.' You must ever 'look alive.'"
Groans the young W. G. to the old W. G.,
"Caught—for Five! Father William, only Five!"
Says the old W. G. to the young W. G.,
"Bother Hearne, dear son William, Jones and Hearne!