News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1905-04-19
Essays OF Little BObble
MAYOR.

MAYOR.
mayors is men that runs the city
the right way before elecshun, and as
thay please after elecshnn, when thay
go out to make speech in the cam
paign thay say Well, my deer people,
ii | am elected TO this onorable offs
shall do all in my power to uphold
the morals of our community and
make this city 2ad to none IN the
whole wurld. Thay also say, What
ever else do, shall make the all mite
saloons close up and stop the slot
masheens and the dance halls.
then after elecshun thay takea littei
rest befoar beginning to close the TUT
places, and while thay are taking a
rest the men wich own the tuft places
git together and call on the mayors
and say If you doant be good we will
chase YOU to the woods and yure
naim will be mud. Then the mayors
doant know what to do 80 thAy
doant do iU.
We have about the LiseHt mayor OF
them all. When he starts out TO be
elected again be jest tells the people
Well, how do you like my beautiful
city, isent it d hot old town and
doant you have a good time mites
when you are through with yure
work, you bet you do. Vote for me
again and guess you will always be
abel to git what you want for yure
mummy. Then the people vote tor
him and be goes back to the mine
and says l toald you SO.
iwudent cair to be mayor, thare
is too many people asking you for a
job, and If uhay doant all git a job
thay vote for another mayor and
then you are licked. and you can't git
q Job yourself if you have been a
mayor unless you keep it dark.
SONGS.
songs is what maiks people clap at
shows and yawn at church, the ones
you hear at shows is fast and malks
you stamp your feet, and thay are
sung by prity gurls withoutno francs
on thare skirts. and when a old man
hears these songs and 81 es these gurls
he claps his hands till thay are soar,
but when he hears songs at church he
talks a nap, beekause the church
songs is vary slow aud thay are all
about the rock of aigea insted OF
Don't you uv your honey.
sum people maik lots OF mummy
writing songs, | guess the moar you
know tho, the less you malk, bee
kauuse if you know much you rite
words about the moon shining on the
dark green dell and nobody buys it
but il you are like Mister Harris you
rite about CURL that M de a bad |
start and then a man steps up and
says Don't you blame that gurl, she
done what her hart thoughtwas rite. |
then Mister Harris sells lots of the
songs beekaus he is the kind OF man
that knows how to sell things.
| think the songs with picters is nice
you sit thare and hear the lady sing
ing and you see the picters too, thare
is solger that kisses his CURL good
bye and he says Well, so long, [ will
see you when come back to git my
penshun, then thare is another picter
vi Uu6 SuTl WdluluS iOE hin vi
poarch that is full OF roses, then thare
is a picter of men fiteing each other
and the man that kissed his CURL
is laying on his back blead-
ing and he says Well, i got mine
guess, tell my CURL died with my face
to the front and she can have the
penshun.
songs maik lots of fun in the wurld
& sum of them maik you cry, but
like them all beekaus when you are
singing you forgit your troubles end
boys have thare trubbles toO.-ME
Vaukee Sentinel.