The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1895-01-03
HAPPINESS.
we, there gathered at

One winters eve, there gathered at
A we-knOwn rendezvous
Men of various natOnaties
I'll initiate a few
There were French, italian, German, Chinese.
Yankee and negro;
There were English. Irish, ScOtchmen and
BOwery tough or so.
The most of them drank wine and ehatfed,
Half hidden in clouds of smoke;
They discussed all topics of the times,
Themselves and other folk;
But the greatest. grandeSt subject OF
The evening was. guess,
That alabsOrbing question, Nv hat is
Where is happiness?"
We'll py chminy. sauerSraut, sausage!" said
The German "ChoOst loog here
| gds mine habbiness Won schmoke and
Finf- unit -schwanZig lager bier
Cried the mick-'I'll not be happy till
Ould Oreland is free:
Thin they'll all be dukes and djukesses there.
Aitch wan. incloOdin' me;
And the whole bright 1merald Oland Will
SchlOp over wild delight.
Pfwhin her mcks and mickesses can work,
And drink. ate. schrape and fight
Plbed the ScOtchman. mon, We dinna Wha
We do or wha' We say!
There's nae happiness DOT of Southland! There's
Nae place sac blith and gay!
We'll. y,h see ut's jist like dis wild me-
The tough said. with a grin,
With hat jamned over his forehead, with
Bul!-ncck and StuCk-Out chin:
IL amt GOT no SLOW to CIT happy. n
Do witth none. elder. See:
| ain t takun no gun frum NOBODY!
De hant no flies on me.
An de bloke w AT runs agln me on
De wrong side nv de street,
An thinks he's got holt NV a sucker,
'Ull Git q tump in lie teet.
| De On'y place | knows CT dat
Would suit a jay like me.
! Is de Bow'ry wire gifts me jags:
| Dey's nawthun like ut! See?'
80 Lats. Chessenut!' croaked the Chinaman:
"Melcan man no good!
| No likee latS-nO eatee lice
Him wantee angel food!
Mclean man him velly muchee bad
You Sabee? Him not likee me;
Him smokee cigaette-no hittee de pipe
Him dlinkee too muchee coffee.
| Me waShee cola. waShee cuff WaShee shirt;
| Me dlinkee OOlOngee tea.
Me gottee pggie-tail: me livee iikee dude
Ii my celia, my litteee laundlee.
Me habe muchee fun,me Sabe muchee mon
Gittee litch-gittee Mclean wife.
Ptty Kick me buy tickee-go backa China
You bettee you sweet llttee nfe.
Then the Italian looked up with banana-like
And a Romeo, grind organ tone:
"YOu talka too muck. you mOona-face man!
You maka me sick -maka me grOan
You eata da rice and eata da rat!
Dat da gOOta 'nOugh grub fora you.
But it killa da whitea man-killa da dog
1t maka da monk sick-mea too!
Me hya de hap when we grnda Ola org
When me maka da mon llka da man
When me gitta da plent' macaroni to eat
And da bigga, fat redda banan,
No wOrka to-day. me worka tO-mOr'!
Too mucha work maka me blue!
When me TAXA da org to Italia once more,
Dat maka da monk happy-mea toO!'
..Avawst there felleS! Cawnt you? Eh?''
The EnglShman chimed in:
"Fnyland's the land and Lannon's the town
To be most appy I'M
The Dloomin' place is full of life,
And money is the leaven
To make you appier. living there.
| Than you would be in eaven."
.PardOng MOnSieur!'' the Frenclman cried.
"Heayen is in Paree.
Ze ladies Zere are angels: and,
Re men are all like me-"
Hold on dere. boss! laughed POmpey:
, 'Happineth? BreSS nah thOul!
Thweet wattah-millon 9TH happineth!
Thepethaly one OATS sthOle."
"Wall snnm!" squeaked the Yankee,
''Yeou feerS think yer SMART
Yeou talk about yeO1n' countries in
WAY that breaks my heart
And Wit yeOu're all living here,
In free Amerikay,
The home of happiness and content,
I Because you make it pay.
r To make man happy, make him free,
, And give him lots of room;
And make him think. and make him WORK,
S And make him bridegroom.
r In this here country yOu can lead
The happieSt sort o. life
With a hundred thousand dollars
! And smart. gOOd-lOOk1n' wife,"
s JOE KERR in Tammany Times.