Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-01-30

said Mr.. Riley, that he is the universal
favorite of all high banqueters who do
wreak midnight toasts innumerable upon
the cold, dispassionate walters that have
fondly, vaInly hoped, that we had gathered
thus together to enjoy ourselves. "Our Kind
of Man." then. naturally, when he speaks, is
very apt in deedto depend neither upon MEM
ory nor manuscript, but to very simply say
something pleasa ant about being reminded of a
little story Zone absolutely new and fresh),
Which he proceeds to tell deliciously as well as
briefly; and then sits down and stays down,
though we jar the plasterlng loose with our ap-
plause.
But in our kind of man there is no ''on-
puoreness" either of blood. or brain. or morals.
Nor can resume his praises but to still leave
unfinished the Just tribute due. But L will
turn briefly. with your further 1oroearance, to
a local illustration of our kind OF 4 man, most
happily furnished by your own proud State
your yet prouder city. since this is his adopted
home and your still prouder club. that holds
him as brother. Therefore. with his simple
name for sponsor, wonld read a homey poem,
inspired by his most wholesome personality.
affectionately inscribed to your beloved friend
and mine and all humanlty's:
'RAs WILSON.
'Ras Wilson, respect you. cause
You're common, like YOU aiins ,ysad was
The world bv gittin' ..recko' nized,
And yit p'servin'. as say.
Your common hoss sense ever way.
And when that name q yourn occurs
On handbills, er in newspapers.
Er letters writ by friends 'at asst =
About you, same aG III the past,
And neighbers and relations low
You're out O. & the tall % timber now. Nv,.
The next!-as say. when my eyes.
The first time at come to find
Gou-andmy Rickolection yells,
Jest jubilunt as old sleigh bells
."Ras Wilson! Say! Hold up! and shake
A paw. fer old acquaintance sake"'
My RlckOllectlon, m0re'n llkc,
Haint overly too apt TO strike
The what's-called cultchurd public eye
As wisdum of the deepest dye
And Wit my Rckollection makes
So blame lots fewer bad mistakes,
Regardin' human-natchur' and
The tellers 'at I've shook their hand,
I've met 'em--'fore got away
,At-Well. 'Ras Wilson. let Inc grip
YOUR hand in warmest partnership!
Dad-burn ye.-Likc to Jest haul back
A old fat-hander. jest che-whack.
Sometime you're lookin t'other way
whole blame court house full o. thu
Siastic friends I'D like TO jest
Come in.likc ana break up the nest
Afore you hatched another cheer.
And n, say; .Ras can't stand ia s hiiehed here
But Little Bethel neiphborhood.
! ou uSt to live at. s sent some word
Fer YOU eff any chance occurred
10 git 1t to you-so eff you
hlN stop, I'm waitin' fer ye to!''
=
You're common. yit uncommon more
You allus kindo' pear to me,
what all mankind had ort to be
jest natchurl, and the more hurraws
ou git, the less you know the cause
Where best on earth hahn int { half ali knee-hgn
And seein'-like and knowin' He
,S the only Great Man, really.
You're jest content to size your height
with any feller-man's in sight
And even then they's scrubs. like me,
Feels stuck-up, in your company.
Like now-1 want to go with you
Plum out o. town-a mile or two
Clean past the Fair-ground-where's some hint
q, ,,P9 Pennyroil hdtt er peppermint, ,,,.,.
Enough to sorto' shade the crick!
want to see you-want to set
R0%n 0S hn% somers where the ;E hant
And 4 nd iail taste o. your to6acker there.
We've knocked with cross-bows.--Afterwards
Drap, mayby, into some dispute
Bout '.pomgrannles, orcal'mus-root-
And how they growed and where-on tree
Er vine? Who's best boy-memory!
And wasn't it gingsang. instead
~ cal'mus root growed'like you said?
Er how to tell q coon track from
a m9ssrat's: er how Hilksick COME
We never see no ''muley'' cow
Ter frzzly chicken-ner no clay
Bank mare-ner uothin' thataway!
And what's come o. the yaller- iare
Old wortermellons? hain't no more.
Iomattusus the same-alI red
nns nowadays-all past joys fed .
Each and all lest gone k-whizzl
Like our days O. childhood is!
Dag-gone 1t. Ras! they hain't no friend,
IL pears like, left to comprehend
S1ch things as these but You, and sec
How drafted sweet they air to me.
But you, ats loved 'em allus and
Min sort iem out and understand
Elm same as the fine books you we read
AND all fine thoughts you've writ er said
Er worked out, through long nights o. raip,7
AND doubts and fears, and hopes. again,
As bright as morning when she broke
iote
And SO, 'Ras Wilson, stop and sl,a ke
paw, fer old acquaintance sake!