The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1903-03-15
written Tor the Sunday Times Dispatch.

written for the Sunday Tlmcs-Dispatch
Courteous Reader:
Here's little bit entitled ION Mall
Street Cars"
Only costs nickel. g
Takes you round tho town,
Saves allot OF walking.
Hauls you round and round.
Tickets for a quarter,
Take you good and far,
Gee it's mighty pleasant
On Main-Strect car.
Lots OF folks a-standing,
Fat man on your feet,
4 Pretty girl suueczes in,
Madam, have this seat"
Such a pretty thank YOU"
Eyes shine like star.
Guess I'll stand here by her
t<3 On the Main-Street car.
Parson in the corner,
On q sinner hunt.
Hear conductor hollcring
Move up there In front
4 Old man snoozing soundly,
Smelling like a. bar
Folks all meet together
q On Main-Street car.
Young man reading paper
Bout the balls and teas,
Fat old lady calling,
where's my transfer, plcase?
Got great big basket,
al Pickles BY tho Jar,
Wonder folks don't take trunk
On Main-Street car.
! L - i , +. /. r b e. III .
Two young girls with glggles,
Talking bout some fellow,
Think he surely will propose
To sister Arabella;"
Telling bout their own beaux.
I'M Seems they fooled their ma,
Even Cupid's riding .y
E6i5 On d Main Street cal, gI555
Bride and groom a-whispertng
'Lovey's feet are cold, tia
Think they look long married.
Never fooled soul.
ongIhaircd boy a-grinning,
College boy-'Rah! Rah!
Good bye. here's where l transfer
From the Main-Street car
Some ono told us the other day Of
clergyman who was being shaved by
colored barber who was VIGOROUSLY q
dictcd to the cup that cheers and al
During the shaving the ba
Der cut tho minister's face In numb
of places. "You see. that comes fro
taking too much to drink" said the min
tor. 'Yas. sah," replied the barber:
DO make the skin mighty tender, sab;
do for fact!'
AT TWILIGHT.
Tired feet are homeward turned.
( Weary hands are soon at rdst,
And the hum OF toiling ends
When the sun sinks In the West.
Flowers now their petals close.
And the birds ny to the nest,
In the fields the cattle low
When tho sun sinks in the West.
Infant eyes in slumber, close.
Sleeping soft on mothers breast,
And the evening star appears
When tho sun sinks In the West,
THE Book BEER SIGN IS OUT.
There's a softness In the sunshine
That bespeaks the coming spring,
There's O sort OF yawn and stretching
That's affecting everything;
And the little leaves are budding,
ana INC uoppcI 6iuosSSy SIoul EtElsl
"Were a-coming, 'twont be long now
Fore tho Book Beer sign is out"
Now tho high faluting poets (
That to college went TO school
Sing tho springs n time for loving, H
Or hash up the Golden Rule:
but to humble minded workers,
Oh, the spring. beyond a doubt,
Was intended for the tidlngs
That the Book Beer sign Is out.
There's the lawyer and the doctor,
The conductor off the car, a.
The drummer and the merchant,
All lined UP beside the bar;
With n watery mouth the deacon,
Thirsty, passing by without.
Says: II see there's signs of moisture
For the Book Beer sign Is out,
hope I mover shall outlive
My usefulness and time,
hope III never be broke down
In body or In mind;
! nope ! II never get too ola
TO get IN and get about
When 7 hear the gentle tidings,
That "the Book Beer sign Is out.
Yours TIL next time. !.
PEGASHIUs