""Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell "And pretty nigh all o' the crew was drowned, (There was seventy-seven o' soul), And only ten of the Nancy's men Said 'Here!' to the muster roll. "There was me, and the cook, and the captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And the bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig. "For a month we'd neither wittles nor drink, Till a-hungry we did feel, So we drawed a lot, and accordin' shot The captain for our meal. "The next lot fell to the Nancy's mate, Then our appetite with the midshipmite "And then we murdered the bo'sun tight, Then we wittled free, did the cook and me, "Then only the cook and me was left, "For I loved that cook as a brother, I did, And the cook he worshiped me; But we'd both be blowed if we'd either be stowed In the other chap's hold, you see. "I'll be eat if you dines of me,' says Tom 'Yes, that,' says I, 'you'll be.' 'I'm boiled if I die, my friend,' quoth I; And 'Exactly so,' quoth he. "Says he, 'Dear James, to murder me For don't you see that you can't cook me, "So he boils the water, and takes the salt, (Which he never forgot), and some chopped shalot And some sage and parsley, too. "Come here,' says he, with a proper pride, Which his smiling features tell, ""Twill soothing be if I let you see How extremely nice you'll smell.' "And he stirred it round and round and round, And he sniffed at the foaming froth— When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals In the scum of the boiling broth. "And I eat that cook in a week or less, And as I eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops, "And I never grieve, and I never smile, And I never larf nor play, But I sit and croak, and a single joke "Oh, I am a cook, and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig, And a bo'sun tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig!" I TOL' YER SO BY JOHN L. HEATON John Jones he was the beatenus cuss. "I tol' yer so, I tol' yer so!" No matter what happened, he'd up an' say: "Yer sorry ye done it, haint ye, hey? Well, well, I tol' yer so!" When Kerin-Happuck wuz tuk down sick 'N' Shadrack's fuss with his mother-in-law, Before the weddin' John Jones foresaw; Well, well, he tol' us so. If a fellow wuz hit by a fallin' tree, Or kicked by a horse, says Jones, says he: "I tol' yer so, I tol' yer so!" If a barn tuck fire, or a well-sweep broke, We might a-knowed it before Jones spoke, The time he tol' us so. It got so tejus, says Bill one day: "Ye're a dern ol' idjit, 'ith nothin' ter say But 'tol' yer so,' 'n 'tol' yer so,'— A mean, contemptible, sneakin' cuss!" 'N' jes from habit, Jones sez to us: "Well, well, I tol' yer so!" "YOU GIT UP!" BY JOE KERR There's lots of folks that has good times, But the ones that don't like morning naps It's very nice to eat a meal With pie for its wind-up; 'Taint half so sweet's th' nap pa spoils I'd rather lay in bed and snooze, I like to go in swimming, And I like to play baseball; I like to fight and fly a kite, 'N' I sometimes like to bawl; But them thare forty winks of sleep Is better 'n' all. It breaks my heart I'd stand the hurt and ache and pain Of having him turn the bedclothes down Ef he 'ud on'y jest go 'way The nap I started jest before ! You bet, when I git growed up big, 'N' never haf to go to school, Nor work nor stand no jaw- When I git 'nough sleep to suit me Ef all the world yells, "You git up!" By permission of G. W. Dillingham Company. PRESENTATION OF THE TRUMPET ANONYMOUS In the days of the old volunteer fire department there existed in this city a certain hose company noted for the bravery of its foreman, whose reckless daring in time of danger, coupled with his pugilistic attainments, had made him a local celebrity. The members of his company decided to present him with a handsome silver trumpet, as an expression of their regard and appreciation of his pluck, courage and fighting qualities. One of the members was chosen to prepare a fitting speech for the occasion, and after some weeks of labor announced himself as being thoroughly prepared for the task. In the meantime, the foreman, who was supposed to be in blissful ignorance of all the preparations being made to surprize him, was let into the "secret" through the kindness of one of the boys. He recognized this as his supreme opportunity to display his literary qualifications in the shape of a speech of acceptance. He secured the services of a literary friend to write a glowing oration, replete with metaphors, similes, and sweet-sounding poetry, expressing his "unworthiness of the honor," the "deep gratitude which words failed him to adequately express," etc. The night in question at last arrived. The building was filled to overflowing. The band played "See the Conquering Hero Comes," and the boys gave three hearty cheers and a "tiger" for the proud foreman. The chairman advanced to the front, holding the massive trum |