--
No man can't tell where to bank
_Frank_'ll be,
Next you see
Er _hear_ of him!--Drat his melts!--
That man's allus _somers else_!
We're old pards.--But Frank he jest
_Can't_ stay still!--Wuz _prosper'n here_,
But lit out on furder West
Somers on a ranch, last year:
Never heard
Nary a word
_How_ he liked it, tel to-day,
Got this card, reads thisaway:--
"Dad-burn climate out here makes
Me homesick all Winter long,
And when Springtime _comes_, it takes
Two pee-wees to sing one song,--
One sings '_pee_'
And the other one '_wee_!'
Stay right where you air, old pard.--
Wisht _I_ wuz this postal-card!"
THE COLONEL'S CLOTHES
BY CAROLINE HOWARD GILMAN
Every man has some peculiar taste or preference, and, I think, though
papa dressed with great elegance, his was a decided love of his old
clothes; his garments, like his friends, became dearer to him from their
wear and tear in his service, and they were deposited successively in
his dressing-room, though mamma thought them quite unfit for him.
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