San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-10-02
WHAT A PLUG HAT SAW IN
PARIS.
q FABLE.)


Or swell his head another size
With teeming draughtS Of foreign ryes
He wore me off despite the ieers
Of those who saw me hide his ears,
And took walk aud something else
Designed to moisten arid pelts,
And took and-took until swear
His cheeks grew redder than red hair.
Although trifle dry myself,
Being several years upon the shelf,
He little thought of arid me
While LAYING in joys ecstacy,
Until requested by a jade
To "wet" the purchase he had made.
He pushed me back an inch or so
As il to say it was go,
And as the pair withdrew to dine
/ heard the damsel call him Brine
And say in love-repelling chat
That he was talking through his hat.
The dame became little rude
And kicked me off his caput nude,
And with big skies was about
To kick my lining inside out
And then amid my owners groanS
10 dance the can-can on my bones.
When bounding off / struck a leg
Belonging to one KillmanSegg,
A gushing nymph that fingered near
And who returned me with a sheer
Twas getting rocky, knew that,
For Brine and me, bluShing hat,
So frOwning on the forward Miss
He bit off English bout like this:
Maid of Paris, ere we Spat,
Give, oh, give me back my hat!'
Tread this couplet further south,
Or something like it with my mouth,
For | am classic. slick and fine,
And friends in Texas call me Brine
An very brilliant when my cheek
Eliminates San Pedro creek:
(Which, by the way, I've never
stunned
IT'S where cross the rubicuned)
So take thy beak from out my glass.
And let me on to Texas pass,
For by the strength of blanket votes
| ne'er believed in sowing oats
In foreign lands-Tm getting faint
Am near related to saint,
So settle on some other knee
An | will swim the deepest sea,
Yes, climb the highest mountain known
To strike again old San Antoine"
My modest owner here retired
Like motions thrO' the council fired,
And that is fast, yea, double quick,
And Quickened as each dad is sick
For sugar Stacked in antique rye
To make an op'ning in the eye.
He hung me on three hairs, | think,
And they appeared upon the brink
OF grim decay, were short of root
And bout to shake the gay galOot.
Although his head Vibrated some
And felt as hollow as drum,
held the fort. maintained the perch
Until we landed in a-church.
He laid me on a lady'S lap
Where | remained until a rap.
Impressed me strongly, deeply too,
That Brine and | were in a pew
Where lOwly sinners humping prayed,
Not in a stall where asses brayed;
Wherein he hung me on his ear
And brushing by repentantS near,
Oppressed awhile great bOulevardS
About the city seeking pardS
OF winSOme shape to help him see
And trampIG holes in gay Paree.
He tipped me several times. or more,
To nymphS he'd never eyed before,
Until maid, some thoroughbred.
Requested him to soak his head
Which, by the way, he did not do,
CTwaS stepped already nearly through
That night roasted on a bust
That words suggestive, but | trust
There's nothing in iD of himself,
Which stopped the clock upon the shelf,
And in the same was deeply blown
Behold the king of San Antoine:
And let me state before pass,
The image much reScmbled brass
And showed him as he looks, alas,
When eylng CIaud'S deep water glass.
rJ,,b had ,,o.+ on, Ioo,,Id.,.G.
IA Sb%nni norbonS a IittIo biS "O
And thro' the pocket in his head
He uttered this, he spoke, he said:
"Adieu to France and Paree, too,
They're ancient eggs unto my view,
I'll I'll b 10y Cng GJ ESng VI We GichIGq ni Rob,
A week from now. indeed I will