The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1901-09-12
A. B. Appleton, s'Pirut. i"

a. D. Appie", EAo-
Abbott B. Appleton went to the fair
(Sing hey! for the wind among his
whiskers),
Saw curious ''dewin's' while he was down
there
'Mongst the gamblers, the sports. and the
friSkers
He carried his bills in wallet laid flat
An old-fashioned calf-skin as black as your
hat;
He was feeling SO well he was easy to touch
Then he hadn't so much I; no, there wasn't as
much
He noticed crowd round a pleasant-faced
Whose business seemed based on curious
plan;
He asked for quarter from each in the
| crowd,
Put the coin in his hat. and he forthwith
That simply to advertise he would restore
His quarter to each, adding three quarters
more.
Now Abbott B. Appleton he did invest
Anxious to share in these spOils with the
rest.
Man asked for ten dollars, and Abbott, said
why, ., sa era And then we'll git thutty
But the man who was running the charity
game
Z
same,
And Abbott B. Appleton got for his ten
A smile-and the man didn't play it again.
Then Abbott, in order to make himself
square,
Got after the rest of the snides at the fair.
| He hunted the pea, but he never could tell
| When 'the darned little critter'' was under
| the shell.
| He shot at a peg with big, swinging ball,
Five dollars shot-didn't hit it at all.
And he finally found himself "gone all to
smash"
With wisdom, lot-and two dollars in cash.
| Abbott B. tAppleton cursed at the fair
| (Sing tie for man who tended meetin) l.,
| And he said to himself, "Gaul, swat it,
swear
| Them games are just rugged mp for beatin'.
| thought they were honest down here in
| this town;
| swow if | hadn't | wouldn't come down
But if cheatn's their caper | guess there's
idees
That folks up in Augervlle have, if ye
! please
I'm pretty straight man when they use
| me all square,
But I'm pirut myself at a Pirut-town fair
| won't pick their pockets to git back that
| dough,
| But | reckin I'll Civ 'em an Augervlle
show"
Abbott B. Appleton ''barked" at the fair
|
| gather),
And his cross-the-lot voice it did below and
| blare
Till it seemed that his lungs were of
leather.
! He said that he had there inside of his pen
| Most singular fowl ever heard of by men:
''The Giant Americanzed Cock -a-too.''
With his feathers, some red, and some
white, and some blue.
| He promised if ever its like lived before
| He'd give back their money right there at
the door.
Then he vowed that the sight of the age
| was within.
"'Twill never" he shouted, 'be seen here
again.
lis an infant white annercononda, jes
| brought
| From the African wilds, where it lately was
caught
The only one heern tell of before,
All wild and untamed, from that far for
egn shore"
Abbott B. Appleton raked in the tin
| (Sing chnk for the money that he sailed. }
| Then he open the gates and he let EN- all in,
| 1t was time that he did, for the people had
| Just a scared Brahma hen Squatting there
on the ground;
Her plumage was decked, in way to sur
| prise,
| w lIn luTkey-tall StreamerS all coloreu Win
| dyes;
And above, on placard, this sign in plain
sight:
'''Theres nothing else like her trimmed
her last night
In little cracked flask was an angle
| worm curled-
Dung annercononda, sole one in the
world 3"
And another sign stated, 'He's small,
| suppose,
But if he hain't big enough, wait till he
| grows"
And Abbott B. Appleton, speeding affair,
Was counting his roll in a hurrying car,
Saying still, GAS a general rule I'm al
square.
| But I'm pirut myself at a Pirut-town fair
-Everybody's Magazine for September.