The morning call., 1894-10-09

Um-
Ta.rad-um
mo, DAT amt all o. dat song l knows.
Dere's just tirty-two more verses. and
dey's all de same. Git onty me curves.
Will | have anudder steam? Will /?
Well, L wonder"
And he had. He lapsed gracefully into
the nearest chair. where the voices of the
Dedraggled blondes and the belated bru
nettes would reach him only as memories.
He perfunctorily blew the foam off the
fresh glass with disdainful curl of his
lip as if he dislked even that much exer-
ton.
''De show business 8 gone to de gutter,
Teller. Dere yoost 10 be de good ole days
wen dey sung dem ole songs. Sa-a-a-y,
dem good ole ballards about home and
mudder and silver t'reads 'moDg de gold,
see! M US fellers yoost to do a turn datd
knock We twister m haul down de merry
plunks to a finish. Now, wot do We git?
Why de bes' we gifts de worst of 1t.
| Dere's a dizzy lot O. fairies doin' skirt
dances m tearin' de tail fedders out o.
White Wings n where do we come In ?"
ION the quay OF Queenstown harbor.
so many years ago,
| Sat an old man bent with age and weary toll
Close beside him sets his wife,
With her head bowed down in grief
| For they were about to leave ouid Ireland soil
" Must leave dear ould home on Erin's
green shore?
BE driven from dear, native spot?
Must we live in exile in foreign cline,
Whn there's room for both in ould Ire
land p"
Oats de stuff" said the sorro wing song
and dance man as he dropped teer in his
steam," OATS de stuff n'dat's wat makes
me sentimental. Dere's pickcher for We.
Just tink o. dat ole geeser n de ole lady
| hayn' to pull out dat late in de game, see?
Sa-a-ay. wen l y00st to sing dat ballard
dey wasn't a Rube in de house. dat
wouldn't scrapped for me. Tears in der
eyes? Well. / wonder. Sa-a-y, do We see
dat Bum Walker over dere? Well, dat
mugs case, n he's Away BIN case, but
dat song yoost to make HIM weep like
sprinklin cart; n his lamps yoost to bag
out like de eyes of dead mackerel every
t me l sung it. Tears in der eyes? Well,
l wonder"
Gimme a cornbeef sandwich;
Let a Strestcar run down me troat
Gimme whisky straight,
Or surely will choke.
Once was married and henpecked;
l had Iovin' wife;
cared no more for spending cent
Than did for taking life"
"Git onty de voomer in dat. Wouldn'
at cork ye? Sa-a-ay, wen l did dat song
first in dis mans town, de RuDes went
crazy. Dere was more young wimmen
tryiu' to steal yer Uncle Isaac dan'd make
wun o. dem ERE Turkish heavens. M de
bOokys of roses dey yoost to SEN me.
Sa-a-a -ay, don't say word, dem sweet
| n IN 10 ip't
smoother dan yer Uncle Isaacs wuz in
dem days.
There was man In our town.
All racked with aches and pains;
Ii Jumped off four-story building
IN knocks out all his brains.
And when he found his brains were gone
Very wisely he agreed
To GO on the Frisco police force
Where brains he'd never need"
OATS yoomer u here's anudder:
away over in the wiIds OF Jersey
Where you sink in mud to your knees
had a cross-eyed daughter
And she was Just the cheese
Washes she made by the BARREL
Each had brown stone brick.
But they were Jersey farmers
And sue said they made her sick"
"N' wat do We tink. Dere vas a
B1w'ry actor cum along m eloped wild dat
glrlr u &c las Qo Ole man DearQ she was
singing:
"A broken nose 3 Ratchet face
| Enough to bring a town disgracs;
From night till morn she's on the brace
! Little Annie Rooney.
On the warpath day and night
To break your face her delight
Her SKIN Cracking for fight.
Was little Annie Rooney's
| Pm her sandbag.
She's blood.
! Her names Annie,
Mine is mud.
would shake her
Quick. If / could.
For Little Annie Rooney
Is no. good"
| "Sa-a-ay" but the last effort was too
much for the s0ng-and-dance man. He
was gasping as he reached his hand out
to grasp that OF his auditor. There was
far-gone expression in his eyes, his head
wobbled Imply 10 this side and that: his
back arched against the chair-the song
ambulance man had talked himself TO sleep.
On his face. however, there was a sign of
peace aud good will. and as he suored the
hawsers of his imagination were cast of.
his passage was taken On re elegant ship
Cuckoo" and soon he was sailing over
summary seas. where the old-time song
ambulance man is yet good thing.