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Show Passing Chimes By James Barton Adams. BRONCHO JACK'S CHRISTMAS GIFT. This Chris'mas was a year ago, down on the Bear Creek range The wimmen folks flashed somethin' new, jes' fur a pleasin' change, Tt previously bavin' bin the custom fur the boys To back their bronks an' ride to town an taste o' sinful joys. We wa'n't a bit conservytive in hlttin' up the . booze . An' sendin' somewhat wildish songs out through our vocal flues, . An', jes' to hold us on the range, the wimmln thought .t'd be A winnin' play .to' treat us to a reg'lar Chris'mas . trep. They sot it up down in the church at Skinner's on the the -Bear, ' An' ranch folks come a ridin' in from ranges everywhere, every-where, An' all us riders togged ourselves to honor the event, 'Cept some that couldn't break away from wild town devilment. The church was packed jes' like a car o' market headed steers Fust time I'd bin inside a church fur half a dozen years An' hangin' there on that big tree was presents 'nuff, of more, Of sort o' miscellaneous truck, to stock a country store. The parson called the names, an' when he holler'd ! "Broncho jack,!' My hair .riz up like bristles on a mad ki-o-tee's back, The riders yelled, "Go to it; son!" an' up 1 tromped to see .What Santy unexpectedly had hung up there fur me. A little bag o' pinkish silk, a purty little thing, That belt two candy hearts 'twas tied together with a string, On one bein' written "This is me," on t'other, "This is you," An',. "Don't let's nevox let no knife cut these here hearts in two." I guess 'twas instinct made me flash my eyes on Katie Dwyer, An' she was blushin' till her .ears looked like they was afire, 1 An' in them hearts I shorely.saw the answer I had hoped To git from Katie by an' by, an' knowed I had her roped. She raised her shinin' eyes to mine, an' in 'em I could see A light that sent the streaks o' joy at play inside o' me, An' with a friendly grip o' hand I said to Parson Stout: "I'd like to see you, parson, if you please, whan meetin's out." A Maine man was arrested and jailed for praying pray-ing in New York. He was a simple farmej and unaware of the fact that ho was outside of tl Lord's jurisdiction. A woman reformer of the Bast shouts: "We must clear the house of hubby's cigars!'" Sure thing to make room fora new Christmas supply. And say, please use mpre care in selecting a brand this year. The neighbors kicked about the odor of the last loving remembrances. |
