The Washington herald., 1907-12-15
GOOD WILL TO MAN.

Christmas greetings. mister. Don't you want Il
buy treey
You want all my greens! Gee. then III throw th'
tree in free.
We've walked five miles this moruin' from way be
yOnd the hills.
I'm gettin mighty hungry; SOS my dog HIS name
is Pills.
What's my name? Jest Tatters; and dad is Big Joe
Malone
There's me. an Pills, an daddy-we keep house all
alone.
Our house is not so fur of, but an angel came one
day,
Looked into mothers eyes. an smiled-then took
Sometimes We get orful lunesome-me an pills. an
dad
We most can't swallow down the lump that makes
US al so sad.
Then dad takes down his fiddle an plays the sweet
An me an Pills list listen to hear mothers soft,
sweet Groom.
No one else but mother cud sing that little song.
But now, when dad plays the fiddle, the tune some
how sounds wrong;
Mother wud sing Of the Christ child. born on
Christmas Day;
How He was b0rned in manser. all covered up
with hay;
An the wise men on their camels with gifts,
a-ridin. near.
An then mother ud stop singin'. an tell of the
star in the East
How it cum in the sky so brilliant. to guide both
man an beast,
An then she'd tel Of Christ risen, Of God in HIS
Heaven above.
An say the only way that Heaven is won is BY
faith. an hope an love
Thank ye. mister. for buyin' all my greensl Come,
Pills must 20 home 10 dad,
There's Christmas all ar0un' as; We don't want
daddy 10 I've sad.
Ne and Pills amt cTy-babes, mister; we are goin'
10 keep a fshtin front.
Heah. Pilsi old fellow. show the gentleman your
Christmas stunt
Don't you think Pills nice dog sir: hain't he got
cheerful face
You bet your bottom dollar Pills wins out in eT'ry
race.
No matter what you do to him. he never gives you
back a frOWn
An matter what the trouble is. Pills Is neyer
Don't you like little yaller dos sir. as well as a
black-an tam
do! For though Pills is Jest mongrel. he's every
inch
Say. befo' You 60, mister, did you ever heah of
'Licker Bn2T
He lives not very far from US, on t'other side the
hill:
Bin likes ticker so they say. an Icer likes old Bill
But III bet he's tridgin' through the snow TO keep
Tie stoekin's me and Pills hung up close by the
window sill.
An US boys love old Bill. Mother used to say
that be
Would be a great big angel. with little chilluns
round his knee:
For though old Bin likes to drink an folks has On,
lots to say.
Mother said the angels VIII molly pros. his case
an wipe his sins away:
For Bill is good TO Wimens. an he loves little
child
So in spite Of lovn' licker his soul is undefled.
Merry Christmas again. mis;erl Don't you heah
dem bells
I think I kin heah mothers voice as their music
sWells
Come. Pills. show your manners then trot along
with me;
Thank you again. mister; hope your little boy viii
like his tree.
II me an Pills has bothered you it's cause we liked
your looks
We haven't got much learnin'. ,he kind you get in
books;
But me an Pills knowed what you wuz as yoa
walked along the street.
We knowed. mister. you're jest the kind for maxim
livin' sweet.
That Of yourn is big an strong its aim to helm
the weak.
An an Pills kin look in your eye an not be
afeard 90 speak
1t don't need books to tell us that you win lift
the load
OF trouble. no matter who it is. that Gums along
the road:
You've been kind 20 little child TO-DAY. an N
dog that Is faithful ar true,
An all them things that you've done fer us. We
hope viii come back TO you.
Now see your mouth a-twitchin. an smile
comin IN your eye:
McfTy Christians to you every year siri Me and
Pills must say gOod-by
ALLIE SHARPE BALCH.
lS-6 EUCLID street. December II. 1901.