An’ she’s the funniest
Ma! ’Cause when
My Doll won’t mind,
an’ I ist cry,
W’y, nen my Ma she sob
an’ sigh,
An’ say, “Dear
Good little girl, good-bye!—
Bad little girl’s comed here
again!”
Last time ‘at Ma act’ thataway,
I cried all to myse’f
awhile
Out on the steps, an’
nen I smile,
An’ git my Doll all
fix’ in style,
An’ go in where Ma’s at, an’
say:
"Morning to you, Mommy
dear!
Where’s that Bad
little girl wuz here?
Bad little girl’s
goned clean away,
An’ Good little girl’s
comed back to stay."
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A GUSTATORY ACHIEVEMENT
Last Thanksgivin’-dinner we
Et at Granny’s house, an’
she
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Had—ist like she alluz does—
Most an’ best pies ever wuz.
Canned black burry-pie an’
goose
Burry, squshin’-full o’ juice;
An’ rozburry—yes,
an’ plum—
Yes, an’ churry-pie—um-yum!
Peach an’ punkin, too, you bet.
Lawzy! I kin taste ’em yet!
Yes, an’ custard-pie, an’
mince!
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An’—I—ain’t—et—no—pie—since!
[Illustration]
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CLIMATIC SORCERY
When frost’s all on our winder,
an’ the snow’s
All out-o’-doors, our “Old-Kriss"-milkman
goes
A-drivin’ round, ist purt’-nigh
froze to death,
With his old white mustache froze full
o’ breath.
But when it’s summer an’ all
warm ag’in,
He comes a-whistlin’ an’ a-drivin
in
Our alley, ’thout no coat on, ner
ain’t cold,
Ner his mustache ain’t white, ner
he ain’t old.
[Illustration]
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[Illustration: “OUR ’OLD-KRISS’-MILKMAN.”]
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A PARENT REPRIMANDED
Sometimes I think ’at Parents does
Things ist about as bad as us—
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Wite ’fore our vurry
eyes, at that!
Fer one time Pa he scold’ my Ma
’Cause he can’t
find his hat;
An’ she ist cried, she did!
An’ I
Says, “Ef you scold
my Ma
Ever again an’ make her cry,
Wy, you sha’n’t
be my Pa!”
An’ nen he laugh’ an’
find his hat
Ist wite where Ma she said it’s
at!
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[Illustration: “THE CHILDISH DREAMS IN HIS WISE OLD HEAD.”]
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