St. Paul daily globe., 1892-06-05
STRANGER THAN FICTION.

Give me your attention
For minute and half,
And III tell you all | know,
Listen 10 my tale of woe;
I'll sing of many, many things
You've never heard before,
Such as Gallagher let 'er CO."
And John Anderson, my joe"
Our new mayor is dandy,
He is really ''out of sight,
For no matter how he blunders.
just the same he's always Wright.
George Thompson and Joe Wheelock
Give him no rest day OR night,
Deliver me from my friends.
Ny. servant girl up at the house,
Her name is Mary Swift.
And she really makes me tired,
Wnen work TO do she gets the grip,
And quickly goes TO led,
She should certainly be fired,
For she's not at all admired.
Last Monday was our wash day,
II was great relief
TO see our Mary standing round
In petticoat quiet brief;
At noon she got collie,
And she Wrung her hands in grief,
But she never wrung the clothes.
have a brother Willie
" uO Is NCIl lOl-d VI
lie would sooner drive than eat;
The other day my father bought
A mule of tender years,
Who. tho wild. was rather fleet.
He was rapid OH his feet.
When -'muley" came our Willie, bold,
or course, was right OIL deck,
Says he to pa. I'll drive that mulc,
Without curb or check
ttook Will twenty min-u-ets
TO break his precious neck,
But he never broke the mule.
There was festive drummer
Who was always Just in time.
He was full of snap and vim,
He moved so quickly as he went,
No flies could Ioost on him,
He was something or a Jim,
A real, live, dandy Jim;
While going to the depot once,
A bill of goods he sold.
And later drank as many mugs
OF beer as he could hold;
He wore linen duster.
And he caught dreadful cold,
But he never caught his tram.
A big, fat Boston alderman,
Went down TO Brighton Beach
And put on bathing suit,
A real tight-fitting suit.
He wandered down the sandy shore,
To give the sun chance,
And his breath came in short pants,
For the weather was real warm.
He ventured out into The deep,
To breast the foam and spray.
A passing wave saluted him.
In a manner somewhat gay,
The bathing suit was poorly tied,
And something we k gave way,
And the flowing tide came i'll.
The sexton up to our church
Is quite a handsome man,
He is fond of dash and style:
The ladies gaze with all their eyes,
When ne goes up The aisle,
With his fascinating smile,
And his manner free from guile.
The organist. a pretty belle.
For years he loved real well,
But never had the courage
His affection strange TO tell,
One day he told the parson.
And the par5on tolGe)d the BELIEF,
But he never told his love.
A month ago. or thereabouts,
My landlord and myself,
Had a very stormy time.
Which / II try to put in rhyme.
We disagreed entirely
Bout the rent that should pay,
And he wanted his way,
As landlords sometimes may.
He jawed me for an hour or SO,
Then argued with ''mein frau"
He called me all the animals,
From jackass up to cow.
But was not very angry
Just because he raised a row,
For ne didn't raise the rent.
A country bred Alliance man,
Went down and took train,
And he also took bath,
For he wanted to be clean.
He had scalper's ticket,
And mileage one at that
Twas the first he'd ever seen,
You might think that he was green.
Tho ..Con" unto himself says
Here's man that can mace"
They played IL gam called poker,
TIL His Rurals" stole an ace.
The ''Con' swore like a trooper.
And he punched The farmers face,
But he didn't punch his ticket.
Nj. j. Donnelly.