The Coconino sun., 1927-11-25
Some of the Boys
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I've spoken before but I'll rag it
again,
And tell you some secrets of our
young men.
There's Gus" good fellow, no bet
ter you'll find;
If he has any faults / can't bring 'em
to mind.
He's so cursedly cunning, he's an en-
v'ble prize,
For all the girls hearts are slaves to
his eyes.
He's so teasing and vexing, you never
know when
He's breaking jest or he's breaking
ten.
There's "Spelly," old boy, sage of
the earth,
Mixes reason with pleasure and Wis
dom with mirth.
Some say he's "sheeny"; think it's
not true,
For his gestures are faulty to be a
good jew
There's dear little Gene describe
him who can,
An enlargement of all that is happy
in man.
SO truthful at heart-with word to
the wise,
With an eye to beguile and smile
to disguise.
In short 'tis his fate to be touted a
wit,
And who would dare say he proves
misfit.
And here's to our "Judge"-let us
drink while we're able,
| Though all our friends sink under the
table,
And forget not the time when he tor
tured his throat
To induce Billy Bayless to lend him a
vote.
There's a story that's told and rife
with good wit,
Though to our good Judge" perhaps
wholly unfit,
Yet we'll give him chance to prove
if he can
That he's guiltless and spotless and
innocent man.
They say that oftimes when his busi-
ness is dull
And drunkards and quacks disturb not
the lull,
That despairing Of catching some
troublesome elf,
He despondently climbs in the lookup
himself.
There's our genial Charles H., a prince
at the art
OF charming and breaking the fair
sex's heart.
Who says that he bushes when
CHANGING to meet
A charming young lady upon our
/ front street,
i Or feels when he tries on her beauty
to gloat
That his heart has transferred itself
into his throat?
Indeed it is wrong to judge him as
such,
For our dear old friend "Mc" is an
/ adept at much:
At tete-a-tete lovely-at parties he's
fine,
/ AS a beau, if not first, in the very
! first line.
/ Say, there's a good fellow, that Fred
/ rickus Breen,
They say he's wit, but | think ne
"has BEEN"
4 However, he knows how to mutilate
woes,
And even to sorrow brightness be-
/ slows.
/ believe "Sam Weller" with all
his wit,
| Would fear that old "Pickwick" would
give him the mitt,
! If perchance they were living and
cruel fate should ordain
| That ''Pickwiek" should hear Fred's
/ humorous vein.
! Shay, fellers, I tink you could shtop
dat beguilin'
And 'diculous teasin' and vexin' and
smilin'
But / wish to shay now, you may tlnk
you are funny,
/ And wear better clothes and perhaps
| have more money,
/ But dis here Cap Cullinan can blow
up his breasht,
! And put on de "dog" jusht as much
as de resht.
He's no hound to be hooted-no fool
to be guyed,
For he's strictly a loidies' man, trust
ed and tried.
/ You tink dat l get me so nashty
"raggin',"
1 With the skirts Of it cut, SO der al
most a-stragglin,
/ And put on me head dat shllk TOP
piece-and pay
/ All de loidies a visit on New ears
day?
1 You tink dat l shwallow'd all de blar-
ney dey shoves?
About me shwell looks and me pretty
kid gloves
4 No! No!-but l tell you | don't think
I'll roam
Very long any more till | win me
! home.
| Say, waiter, more wine, these fellows
are dry,
And bring Leo small little chaser"
/ And after this round / think | am
4 done,
Though the evening to me seems
hardly begun,
/ Yet you know when you're married
and your other half's home, :.
/ It's often bad business for this halt
/ to roam; :,
So. with love to "Our Boys" l will