The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1915-10-21
In there we buy spool of thread;
Then put US in our little bed -

But no, that thing will never do
We must see Peavy, the clothing Jew.
On clothing prices we can't unite;
Buy your hardware of George F. White,
And if you should die of the blues,
Buy your coffin of Del Mathews.
Of course you've heard that joke so cute,
How Delphus took the Quaker suit
We cannot dwell, SO leave his store
And find the shoe man y. A. Moore;
his customers all to please he'll try;
On, how is Geo Wells place for high?
There's Davis in there, sure's you're born,
Selling prize packages of pop corn.
Outside the counter there's lots of critters
Pulling away at Stafford's btters.
Out the door we try to steer,
But bummers sing out, Treat on the beer -
AS we have shut down on benzine,
Out we come and meet Eugene:
Of MIN we buy nice gold chain,
But The Lady of Lyons" is on his brain,
In Johnsons we see an honest man,
Who is it?-Wm Branuagan.
There sits Charles, with care worn looks,
Always begging away at the books.
Highly pleased with Johnson's stock
But we're looking for his son, the Doc.
For now we're feeling rather ILL.,;
But Horatio's gone out TO Swanvile,
His office boy says he's gone out
With his friend Frederick to fish for trout.
Angling is sport of his;
l guess young johnson knows his biz.
Down the stairs we now do run,
With our aches and pains, to Poor & Son.
We know full well they have the stuff,
They've been in business long enough.
Some music gently greets the ear
Oh, that is Cad-halloo, you here?
Of course for him we now do start,
Sing US our favorite. "Take Back the Heart,
Thanking him kindly,to Alard's we stray &;
Ned Wiggin, learning the jewelers. trade.
There's one thing sure will come to pass,
If you buy gold there you don't get brass
In Colburns store we all do know,
railroad matters are all the go.
So up the stairs we quickly hop,
To Joseph Caccioia's shop,
He says he tries, and thinks he can
"Give clean towel to every man.
He tells US now, upon his word,
That he "can handsomely out-shave Hurd;"
But to this case we'll soon attend,
For Hurd shall know that we're his friend
Next on Richard Moody CALL
Young Dicks in Augusta, playing baseball;
So back we go, for it's a sin
To pass the meat man, D. Durgin;
And Eben Sanborn, just up stairs,
Where furniture he we'll repairs.
Not being yet quite ready to dye,
We think Blacks place we'll just pass by.
A man here grabs us by the arm.
"Mine friend. docs you no great harm"
WIN strangers CQlS Will never 90,
We never could trade with Jew,
Our carpets. we of Sleeper buy;
But he is out, SO Card we try,
We take our goods and lift the latch,
Think we'll send small dispatch;
Ned's flying round like a crazy linnet,
Expects the Cambridge every minute,
Well, on we go. but declare!
We almost get bit by Russells mare;
This we escape, without much harm
orlI hot -,
And try to cool ourselves, we must,
II ought to be very cool at Frost's,
Whitmore has all kinds of meat,
But there's George Pierce across the street;
His store looks lively, neat and clean,
And now look out for A. D. Bean.
OF course the Capt. is in the ring;
By all he'll do the good, square thing,
For groceries, all to him do come
What's more, he sells the city rum.
It on bat. perhaps you think
You can go in and get drink;
Your thoughts,my friend. won't come to pass
He don't sell whiskey by the glass;
The smallest quantity is gill.
You can't get that unless you're ill.
We leave the Captain, and next door
We see single man no more;
Frank Knowlton. sick OF single life,
A short time since took him wife,
With Frank we pass cordial word,
And now We'll see about Fred Hurd:
A young man in the barber trade,
A tip top shaver, it is said;
His little place seems just like home;
With razor sharp, clean brush and comb,
He's expeditions. neat and spry,
So boys, give Mr.. Hurd try.
He welcomes all to him that come.
With his new invention, "Hurd's Sea Foam"
Tuttle's rooms are just next door,
But we get our pictures of Kilgore.
We can't pass painter Cullnan by
In there we catch Ned Connell's eye:
With paint and brushes in his hands.
He don't play now to benefit bands,
Well, this won't do,so on we jog
10 the oyster house Of Mr.. Fogg.
He asks us there awhile to wait,