Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1916-11-25

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"I1'' spirit of the man-and still an
r''''' mat You should hear him rccitc.
! "" can Keep them both II you care
w. u" boys all fell in love with that
-. '''. particularly. hearing his rem
''",'' "i II. )" we had "a lot printed.
'''' ha'" two or three left. Put those
w." 10 Your pocket and read them at
your leisure"
"'' ! read th"m there aud then. rs
't'I'I''. too. rs ! append them here
'''' now. tn" first is called
SAYS HE
""a'''"r The weather may be" saws
-. Whatever rte weather may be.
! ~ Place. = We will an IN say, IN. say
n,-pp"Sin' to'ay was the winterest dav.
WI" me weather he changing because "
-, -, N" snow be grass were We crucldedr
"' best Is to make your own summer"
says he.
Whatever the w.o,b.- ,,,,. b.. 81. saw
Whatever the weather may be,
whatever the weather may be-" SAYS
Whatever the weather may be.
Us inc songs we sing. an the smiles We
wear
mats a-makin' the sun shine every
whore.
An the world Of gloom is world Of glee
wa the bird In the bush. an the bud In
the tree.
An the fruit on the slim Of tho boush."
says he
Whatever the weather may be-" says
Whatever tho weather may be,
Whatever the weather may he" says
Whatever the weather may be
fe can bring the Spring. wild its green an
gold
An the grass in the grove where the
snow lies cold.
An ven warm yer back. wild a smiling
face.
As We sit at yer heart. Ike an ovid fire
An, toast the toes O. yer sowl" saws he.
Whatever the weather may be-" says
he
w hatever the weather may be-
Nov" said the Major. pccring Gag
'rly above my shoulder. go on with
the next. To my mind, il is even bet
ter than the first type of character
youll recognize. The same broth of
boy only Amcricanizcd. don't you
know"
Ana ! read the scrap entitled:
CHARLEY BURKE
It's Charley Burkes in town. b'ys, Hes
down I'll 'Jamesy's Place"
Wild bran'-new shave upon 'um. an the
fhwhuskers aft his face.
He's quit the Section Gang last night. and
yez can chalk II down
There's goin' 10 be the divils tonne.
sence Charley Burke's In town.
It's treaun' lv'ry by he is. an poundin'
on the bar
Till iv'ry man he's drinkin' wild must
shmoke n foine cigar;
An Missus Murphy's little Kate, that's
Coomn' there for beer.
Can't pay wan clint the bucketful, the
whilst that Chairley's here,
He's toompin' cor the tops o sthools. The
both forninst an back,
Hell lave yez pick the blessed Nure. an
walk the straightest crack
He's Hftin barrels wild his teeth and sing
IN Garry owen"
TIL all the house be strikin' hands senCe
Charley Burke's in town.
The Road Yard hands coomes dhroppin'
IN. an niver goin' back.
An there's two freights upon the switch
the wan on aither track
An Mr.. Gearry, from The Shops. he's
mad enough to swear.
An durstn't spake a word but grin the
Wrist tfhcTT- c.hat,'fey' tlreret-
Och, Chairiey' Charley Charley Burke
ye diviI. wild yer ways
o. dhrivin all the throubles aft, these
dhark an ghloomy days!
0hone. that It's meself. wild all the gratis
I have to dhrown.
Must lave me pick to resht a bit. sence
Charley Burke's in town.
Before we turn back, now" said
the smiling Major. as stood lingering
over the indefinabIe humOr of the last
refrain. before we turn back | want
to show you something emlnpntly char
steps"
AZ he spoke looked up. first to oh
serve that we had paused before a
handsome square brick residence, cen
terinC beautiful smooth lawn. its
emerald only Uttered with the light
gold of the earliest autumn leaves.
ON either side Of the trim walk that
led up from the gate to the carved
stone balluSterS of the broad piazza.
with its empty easy chairs, were
graceful vases. frothlng over with late
blossoms, and wreathed with laurel
looking vines; and, luXuriantly lacing
the border of the pave that turned the
further corner of the house, blue,
white and crimson, pink and violet,
went fading away I'm perspective as
my gaze followed the gesture of the
Ma jor's.
Here. come little farther. Now
do you see that man there?'
Yes. could make out figure In
the deepening dusk-the figure of a
man on the back stOOp-a tired-lOok-
ing man, In his shirt sleeves, who sat
upon low chair-nO. not chair-an
empty box. He was leaning forward
with his elbows on his knees. and the
hands dropped limp. He was smok-
ing, too. could barely see his pipe,
and but for the odor Of very strong to-
bacco. would not have known he had
n pipe. Why does the master of the
house permit his servants so to desc
crate this beautiful home? I thought.
"Well. shall we 90 nOw?" said the