The Coconino sun., 1902-02-08
SOME or THE BOYS.

There's ''Gus."a good fellow, no better you'll
 find; If he has any faults cant bring 'em to mind He's so cursedly cunning, he's an env'ble prize, For all the girls hearts are slaves to his eyes He's so teasing and vexing you never know
 when He's breaking a jest or he's breaking ten. There's "Spelly,r old boy, a sage of the earth, Mixes reason with pleasure and wisdom with
 mirth. Some say he's "Sheeny;" think it's not true, For his gestures are faulty to be good Jew. There's dear little Gene" describe him who
 can, An enlargement of all that is happy in man. So truthful at heart-with word to the wise, With an eye to beguile and a smile to disguise. In short 'tis his fate to be touted wit, And who would dare say he proves misft. And here's to our "Judge"-let us drink while
 we're able. Though all our friends shall sink under the table, And forget not the time when he tortured his
 throat To induce Billy Bayless to lend him a vote. There's story that's told and rife with good Though to our good Judge" perhaps wholly unfit Yet we'll give him chance to prove if he can That he's 2 guiltless and spotless and innocent They say that oftimes when his business is
 dull, And drunkards and quacks disturb not the
 lull, That despairing of catching some troublesome
 elf He despondently climbs in the lookup himself. There's our genial Charles H., . prince at the
 art Who says that he bushes when chancing to
 meet A charming young lady upon our front street, Or feels when he tries on her beauty to gloat That his heart has transferred itself into his
 throat? Indeed it is wrong to judge him such, For our dear old friend Me" is an adept at
 much: At tete-a-tete lovely-at parties he's fine, As a beau. if not first, in the very first line. Say, there's good fellow, that Fredrickus
 Breen, They say he's wit. but think he s.has been" However, he knows how to mutilate woes, And even to sorrow brightness bestows- believe sam Weller" with all of his wit, Would fear that old ''Pickwick" would give
 him the mitt. If perchance they were living and cruel fate
 should ordain That "Pickwick" should hear Fred's humorous
 vein. shay fellers;I tink you could shtop dat be-
 guiln' And 'diculous teasin' and vexin' and smilin'. But I wish to shay now, you may tink you are
 funny, And wear better clothes and p'r'aps have more
 money. But dis here Cap. Cullinan can blow up his
 breasht, And put on de dog jusht as much as de resht He's no hound to be hooted-no fool to be
 guycd, For he's strictly loidie's man, trusted and
 tried. You tink dat get me so nashty a ''raglin," With the skirts of 1t cut, so der almost -strag-
 glin, And put on me head dat shilk top piece and
 pay All de loidies a visit on New Years day? You tink dat shwaliow'd all de blarney dey
 shoves About me shwel looks and me pretty kid
 gloves: No. No.-but tell you don't tink I'll roam Very long any more till win me home. Say, waiter, more wine, these fellows are dry, And bring Leo n small little chaser of rye, And after this round think am done, Though the evening to me seems hardly begun, Yet you know when you're married and your
 other halfs home, It's often bad business for this half to roam; So, with love to Our Boys" will hasten
 away. Believe me, as ever, your devoted friend,