The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-10-21

Paint from Sanborn's very well,
To any man 'twould be mercy,
Ii he could paint well as Percy.
Out of the door we quickly run,
To buy rake of Hartman
Woods, Mathews & Baker are good men,
And SO is Mr.. Wadlin;
OF tinware, he's splendid stock,
And any prices he can knock.
The oldest barber in the place
Is Professor Pierce-he'll shave your face
His assistant, there. will cut your locks,
think his name is George F. Cox.
At Hiton's we are well convinced,
His pressing done by Major Prince;
With stately form, he feels SO loose,
When handling the red hot goose.
The stock looks well we will confess,
But we are after AL Burgess,
OF George Swift we do quickly learn,
That Fred Barker has left the concern.
Sorry to hear it, on we go
To Robbins store, where all do know
Is just the place to buy goods low;
For everybody tells us so.
Out of there into Hersey's we go;
Sam, for good square joke, amt slow.
Pass Folett's and into Wheelock's go.
If you've got the canker he'll tell you So
From Wheelock's. and into Thompson's store
No second hand collins will he repair,
From Thompsons, it is not SO far
To the store of David Lancaster,
AS 'twould be to go across the bridge
To find the store of Kittridge
Next above, if not mistaken
We hobble in to see Frank Leighton
He holds his hand up to his ear,
And up to Piilsbury's office we steer.
Of this young man We quickly learn,
The German war is going on.
A man might think that he would rue it,
To have chat with A. G. Jewett.
TIDop his table hehOld the cliDpiDus
What, say-you know-including strip
pings"
Now don't you think, tween you and l,
That Ellis ale we'd better try?
OF course, we are not satisfied,
Till John Chap Robbins hash we've tried.
The American House-to all tits known;
When kept by Robbins, won't go down,
For everything is neat and clean.
We hear a smile-tls Lewis Bean.
Hats, caps and furs are kept in there,
Oh, don't they make your eyeballs stare?
Up stairs almost broke my neck,
Getting John Quimby to cash a check.
We throw our lamps on Asa Faunce,
And then out of the Bank we dance.
Our shoes in the next store we get;
But find Nose Rich don't grow bit.
Well Moses, what's the latest news?
"Oh, Gus Swift's in back pegging shoes"
Gus says: That's what's the matter with
Hannahp'
Do you advertise in the Union Banner?
It's tip top little sheet,
For wit and humor it can't be beat.
Now Fuler's place don't smell SO bad
AS when the City rum he had.
There's Billy Bean, nice young man,
In company with his Uncle Dan;
While in the corner, perfectly aisy,
Sits Erin's son, our friend Pat Casey,
Who asks us in his quiet way;
slave ye any wood TO saw the day."
No! but we want good digester.
We know how to get it of DR.. Sylvester,
Coming out we go up the street;
But on the way, why Webster we meet.
Another license paid with sigh.
Exc elsiors! How's that for high?
If necessary on such a toot,
Niger Milliken will shine your boot.
Oh, would had a boy like you,
I'd know precisely what to do.
I'd string you right up by your thumb.
And knock your brains out one by one,
There's no one that we wish to skip,
Upon this warm and dusty trip;
But the Republican Journal we've quite
passed by;
Well no. say much, I'll tell you why:
1t speaks for itself-that well-known sheet
Read by all with such treat.
Through the country, near and far,
The Journal is their guiding star.
We now are through, and we run home;
But quite forgot friend Joe Jerome.
We can't skip Joseph, we guess not.
Here are lobster, from the mint, red hot,
The learned counsel we've also forgot:
Mcclellan, Fogler. Boyle and Abbott,
Judge Dickerson, the head of all,
Deals justice. though the heavens fall.
And now we're through. tween you and l,
Dear Mother, we've come home to die,