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Show POMPADOUR JIM AND JOHN L- Draw down your forfeiture, Jim of Hayes IValley, Folks are regretting your absence from home. Even the washwoman up in the alley Watches your coming say why do you roam? If you muni ecrap with "His Royal" from Boston (Thoughts of the consequence make me feel blnel. Let me remark to you, Jim of Hayes Valley, Don"t let hi:n hit you, whatever you do. Fold up your pompadour, Jim of Hayes Valley. Pack it away in your new leather grip Along with your tights, like the girls in the ballet Break fur your home and let Sullivan slip. Wait till you're older before you tight Sully. I've heard it remarked, you are somewhat too new. But if you meet him, Oh, Jim of Hayes Valley, Don't let him hit you, whatever you do. John L's deceiving. Oh Jim of Hayes Valley. He may look tti.'p d and bloated and fat, But when it gets :n i.nt time for the ralley You'll find old Sully's as quick as a cat. Don't gt the swell-head, and keep t ) your training. train-ing. Practice your dodging and leg-shifting too, And kindly remember, Oh, Jim of Hayes Valley Don't let him hit you, whatever you do. HI M.MAKT. Our Jimmy, Pompadour Jim, I predict. Sully WiH paralyze him. Miff! Bing! Whiz! and a terrible thud, Aud Jimmy, dear Jimmy, your name will be mud. . . |