Volume V Part 7 (1/2)
AT AUNTY'S HOUSE
BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY
One time, when we'z at Aunty's house-- 'Way in the country!--where They's ist but woods--an' pigs, an' cows-- An' all's out-doors an' air!-- An' orchurd-swing; an' churry-trees-- An' _churries_ in 'em!--Yes, an' these- Here red-head birds steals all they please, An' tetch 'em ef you dare!-- W'y, wunst, one time, when we wuz there, _We et out on the porch_!
Wite where the cellar-door wuz shut The table wuz; an' I Let Aunty set by me an' cut My vittuls up--an' pie.
'Tuz awful funny!--I could see The red-heads in the churry-tree; An' bee-hives, where you got to be So keerful, goin' by;-- An' ”Comp'ny” there an' all!--an' we-- _We et out on the porch_!
An' I ist et _p'surves_ an' things 'At Ma don't 'low me to-- An' _chickun-gizzurds_--(don't like _wings_ Like _Parunts_ does! do _you_?) An' all the time, the wind blowed there, An' I could feel it in my hair, An' ist smell clover _ever_'where!-- An' a' old red-head flew Purt' nigh wite over my high-chair, _When we et on the porch_!
w.i.l.l.y AND THE LADY
BY GELETT BURGESS
Leave the lady, w.i.l.l.y, let the racket rip, She is going to fool you, you have lost your grip, Your brain is in a muddle and your heart is in a whirl, Come along with me, w.i.l.l.y, never mind the girl!
Come and have a man-talk; Come with those who _can_ talk; Light your pipe and listen, and the boys will see you through; Love is only chatter, Friends are all that matter; Come and talk the man-talk; that's the cure for you!
Leave the lady, w.i.l.l.y, let her letter wait, You'll forget your troubles when you get it straight, The world is full of women, and the women full of wile; Come along with me, w.i.l.l.y, we can make you smile!
Come and have a man-talk, A rousing black-and-tan talk, There are plenty there to teach you; there's a lot for you to do; Your head must stop its whirling Before you go a-girling; Come and talk the man-talk; that's the cure for you!
Leave the lady, w.i.l.l.y, the night is good and long, Time for beer and 'baccy, time to have a song; Where the smoke is swirling, sorrow if you can-- Come along with me, w.i.l.l.y, come and be a man!
Come and have a man-talk, Come with those who _can_ talk, Light your pipe and listen, and the boys will see you through; Love is only chatter, Friends are all that matter; Come and talk the man-talk; that's the cure for you!
Leave the lady, w.i.l.l.y, you are rather young; When the tales are over, when the songs are sung, When the men have made you, try the girl again; Come along with me, w.i.l.l.y, you'll be better then!
Come and have a man-talk, Forget your girl-divan talk; You've got to get acquainted with another point of view!
Girls will only fool you; We're the ones to school you; Come and talk the man-talk; that's the cure for you!
THE ITINERANT TINKER
BY CHARLES RAYMOND MACAULEY
Away off in front, and coming toward them along the same path, appeared a singularly misshapen figure. As they came nearer, d.i.c.key saw that it was an old man carrying on his back, at each side and in front of him, some part or piece of almost every imaginable thing. Umbrellas, chair bottoms, panes of gla.s.s, knives, forks, pans, dusters, tubs, spoons and stove-lids, graters and grind-stones, saws and samovars,--”Almost everything one could possibly think of,” said d.i.c.key to himself.
The moment that the Fantasm caught sight of the strange figure he stopped, and d.i.c.key noticed that his face, which was tucked securely under his left arm, turned quite pale.
”Gracious me!” he exclaimed in a thoroughly frightened way. ”There's the Itinerant Tinker again! Now,” he added hastily and dolefully, ”I shall have to leave you and run for it.”
”Why, you're surely not afraid of _him_!” d.i.c.key exclaimed incredulously. d.i.c.key was really surprised, for the old man, so far as he could judge from that distance, wore an extremely mild and kindly look. ”Why do you have to run?” he asked.