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Show SmoKe From the WeeKly Ttpe. - REGAL ROGUES. They've bounded in upon us, have those agents of the press; We have waived their foibles mildly, without hindrance or duress; And the booze we had secreted for a less propti- tious day They have seeped up with a gorgeous, lush-us, bibulous display; And we're here to state, some serious, Bacchanalian Bacchan-alian moons stand still When we entertain those regal logues, the drivers driv-ers of the quill. They've flouted us and said to us some things we won't repeat; They've, set a most momentous pace, but we likewise like-wise are fleet; And we followed them and sang with them and drank with them galore, And' we swooned with much amazement when jB they each declared for more; m And we knew they all must think we out-distillery S a still; S These most parched and arid friends of ours, the drivers of the quill. K We've acknowledged their dark dictum in a meek B and pensive way; B While we're growing bleared and heady under-B under-B neath their buoyant sway, For we know that Bacchus waiteth with a char-B char-B tered car for us, H We pencil-pushing league of rogues, loud-voiced H and bibulous; B For we all have been engristed in the journalistic You unregonerate seepage wells, you drivers of tho quill. We are proud, you lingered with us opulent and B fleeting days B An your brows we gladly lay the lead and ink B bedizoned bays; B So come and see Us once again, O seepers up of B booze; B You're a set of thirsty cannibals we're not dls- B posed to lose, And if, when all is over, we can't expurgate tho bill. Wo'll have them "chalk it up," not so, wise wield- ers of the quill? |
