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Show "I MUST TAKE A LITTLE SOMETHING." SOME-THING." Arc we safo now in tho sanctum? Did you notico any Danltes? Do you think that they will got us? Pull the blind a little closer; Draw your chair up, closer, closer; Send for Joey, Pole cat Joey; Have him bring his sword and pistol; Tell him I'm a little nervous, Whisper at tho Independent, Not tho Bell someone might hear It; Softly step, bo very careful; Stop! by the eternal, Colonel, Was that a Destroying Angel? It appeared there at tho window; Bats bo damned, 'twas something larger; Well, just hand mo that decanter. I must take a littlo something. Did ho say he'd como this evening? Well, no matter, I feel better, I'll show them I am no quitter, And when Joey comes In later, My windbags will bo inflated, And the two of us conferring, Certainly can llx up something, Something that will team with ran cour, Something that will knock old Utah; Anything to feed my malice, For I know I am a dead one; Wo both know that we aro dead ones; Neither of us has a standing, In the ranks of any party; No, not tho AMERICANOS, Their whole force has been selected I must take a littlo something. Can wo keep tho llres burning With these oft-repeated slanders? Dirty Dubois must assist us, Lying lectures at tho henclubs Help us only with tho women, But 'twas over thus with Duby. Ho could never slight tho ladles; He must come and take his coat off Ho must put his thinking-cap on, Help us conjuro up some now ones, For these old ones smell to heaven; And the wave of indignntion, Started at Tom's instigation, Carried forward by tho Preachers, Very soon will bo receding, Strive wo must to keep It going Ever forward, onward Howlng. I must tako a littlo something. I've no interest In this city, Nothing can affect Tom's incomo; So if Polecat Joe will paint mo And with pitch and Ink anoint' mo, And Tom K. will stand behind mo With tho sinews and tho wadding, And will help to chow tho wadding, I will squirt nnd shoot and thunder With my compressed liquid hot air, Till I bust, or someone spikes mo. I was built with a bell muzzle, And with very littlo foresight, For a pea gun was intended, But I missed my avocation, And I go off promaturoly Sometimes wound my friends and family. fam-ily. I will tako a littlo something. Joseph F. treats mo unkindly, They all hear nnd will not mind mo. Aro they going to ignoro mo? Mo thnt ono tlmo was their Idol? That is father was tho idol; Father know my shifty nature, Knew I could not bo relied on, Hoped to change my disposition, Helped mo to a high position, By degrees havo I been falling, Ever falllngly, surely sinking, Slnco ho loft this sphoro of action; Now I'vo reached tho bottom stratum; I have nothing now to tie to, I remember now what pa said, I pray Tom will not desert mo. I must tako a littlo something FRANKIE ' . n |