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Show ! HOW CY WON FORTUNE. ! ' ' ' A Moimirul Title of What Might Hare Itecti. An nncicnt Carrier Boy was he (For he confessed to thirty three), And we nicknamed him lionesome J. His solemn looks impressed us so. lie seemed to nurse sonievain regrut - Though ufU'ij ur-i, .1 fee never yet v . Had i ondeseelide-l to relate Just why lie quarreled with his fatu. At last he changed his mind one day. Ami thus he gave himself away. a:.c ?? -i'-Y (LJ ; 1 i'A.MtQ A ircnteel little chap was Cy L'nlb.e the most of us. For he was never known to lie, ( r evei heard to cuss He always was so neat and nice We called him "Sissy" - why, Ile wouldn't .smoke at any price. And chew' he'd rather die! We laughed--he didn't care a rap: And now we fume and fuss To see i In way this genteel chap Has not the laugh on us Cy wo ihln t throw tlte dice, or play With cards, or raise a row. His principles were all O K Just as Ins checks ar now We might have had our check b too. And credit quite as good. But we remained a shiftless crew While Cy kept sawing wood. lit I L 'ffiL'r i r Tin- first we knew he'd sold his route, A . : I'oughtan Al stain1.. V ,- : :i!eis, peanuts, books and fruit, '! 'Micst in the land. Itch 'ir we'd swallowed our chagrin Cy's stand became a store. Before we'd time to take that in Cy look nuothei door fie bought n railroad and a mill, And built a big hotel; I tell you, laiys, say what you will. This genteel chap was well. The rest you know as well as I. And reietition cloys; Thi !:iH-r now lielongs to Cy, , Ah I we'r bis Carrier Boysl |
