Logan Republican | 1903-04-14 | Page 5 | Town Boy's One Accomplishment

Town Doy's One Accomplishment. Last night a boy came here from town To stay a week er so, Because his maw Is all run down And needs a rest, you know. Ills name Is Cecil, and he's eight, And he can't skin the cat. Ills maw she calls him ''Pet;' I'd hate To have a name llko that. He wears a collar and a tie and can't hang by his toes; I guess that 1 would nearly die If 1 had on his clo's. He can't ride bareback, and today, When we slid on the straw, He ast If roosters help to lay The eggs 1 pick for maw. When our old gander hissed, ho run As though he thought he'd bite, And ain't never shot a gun Or had a homemade kite. He never milked a cow, and he Can't even dive or swim; I'd hate to think that he was me; I'm glad that I ain't him. He thinks It's lots of fun to pump And see the water spurt, But won't climb in tho barn and jump For fear of get tin' hurt. His clo's arc olllc nice and fine; Ills hair's all over curls; Ills hands ain't half as big as mine; He ought to play with girls. A little while ago, when we Were foolln' In the shed, He suddenly got mad at mo llrtnrt tfn T litimnnil ltlu tinnil ltccausc i uumpcu ins ncan. There's lots of things that ho can't do; He thinks that shccp'U bite, And he's afraid of ganders, too, Hut he can fight all right. s Chicago Hccord-IIcrald.