The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-08-10
HOG com wild yo,r hands AM arms

"'Hoe con wild yo'r hands an arms
stead of yo'r mouf.
Take job at fust sight, but doan
trade bosses till yo fink it ober.'
tfIt has panied me to observe on
various occashuns dat de Guild popu-
lashun of dis kentry am on de wait.
Dey am givin to sittin' down in de
house or on de fence an waitin' fur
de good time comm.
81 war ober to see ole man Penny
las night. He ar on de wait. He's
bin waitin' fur de las fifty vars, an
de good time hain't got long yit. I
on yo' eber seed, pockets empty, wood
gone an flour out, an de way he
looked up at me as / walked in was
huff to bring on a chill. All de Odder
folks roun' him had work an plenty
to eat, but de ole man was waitin' fur
somebody to come long an take him
out to hunt a job in a keeridge, an
pay him TO dollars a day.
He amt de only man round heah
who am waitin', stead O. gwine out
an 1oolxin' fur work. L tell yo' dis
big world doan car a copper wedder
SIGH men starve to death or not De
world owes nobody muffin. De man
who 'spects to git along an hev sun
thin to eat an a place to sleep hez
got to bounce aroun' an let de world
understan' dat he's on de git. If any
well man, no matter what de cullor,
walks dis town wild an empty stomach
it am his own fault, an l hain't gwine
to fill it fur him.
Il war ober to de wilder Smiths de
odder eavenin' to see if she could lend
my ole woman her dashboard de mex
day. an de wilder she spoke up an
said: Misser Gardner, dis world am all
a sham
day, an de grocer he hove a sign as
big as my fist as he leaned ober de
counter an said: Misser Gardner, dis
world am all a sham
Il foIa
down on de coner below dat same day,
an when 1 got frew he drapped a quar-
ter inter my hand an softly whispered;
'Brudder Gardner. dis world am all
sham.
Now, gemlen, all dat talk am crar
bosh. De world am all right. Who
says de boss am a sham? Who says
de COW an mule an dawg an de cat
am ShamS? De man who falls down
finds solid bizness. De man who buys
Goldfish doan git mutton chops. When
ak fur kaliker dey doan gin me silk.
Once in a while we may frow boot
jack at a cat an hit muffin but an
ash bar'l, but de world in gineral am
plenty good huff fur de kind of people
VINO put in DER time heah.
DE man who scratches his back agin
de City Hall will tell yo' dat de world
am all a sham. De chap whose wife
supports him by washin' an SEWN
feels dat de world am sham all Ober. De
noodle-head who sots out to capture
deal of brass is no sooner stepped on
dan he cries out 'Sham! till yO' can't
rest. 1 doan want to hear dat 'spreshun
aroun' hea.h, kase it won't go down
wild men VINO work ten hours day an
pay DER honest debts.
de odder night in de club library l
heard a member of de club grievin'
kase he wasn't a great man. 1t am
material huff dat we should all want to
git ahead 1t am not unreasonable III
any man to want to be top of de heap. |
Preachers, poets, editors an lecturers
all Encourage us to dig along an strive
to carve our names on de cupalow of de |
temple of fame. An yit what a boiler |
mockery fame am!
Oar was Shakespeare. He had de
toofache, same as a common man. He
had his blue days, same as de poorest
white. De rain pored down on him.
same as on Samuel Shin; he fell in de
mud, same as Elder Toots; his grocer
wanted cash. same as mine.
Oar was Byron de poet. His name |
am as high as de steeples, an yet his |
corns ached, same as Waydown Be |
bees; butcher carts run him down, |
same as Trustee Pullback; street kyar |
drivers rang de bell on him, same as /
on 'Squar Williams
Oar was Queen 'Lizbeth She had a /
cie e p but She e had big feet got bald-head-
ed. an couldn't see any more of Niaggry |
Falls for five dollars dan my ole woman |
Greatness may bring store cIoze but it |
0Oan anus DTlnS ndppAlSoS-
bring a house purvided wild a burglar
alarm, but de higher de fame de higher
around YOU. cotch him by de coat tails. #
he nebber comes, be content widout him
pew rent paid an a pig in de pen, am
good huff fur any man. an he who seeks
to climb higher am just as apt to bust
"As tole yo' in a former leektur; ne
purty good on de hull. an a leetle bad on
de ayeraige. II yo' fin lost wallet, doan
glib it up until yo' have counted de mon