Billy Dash poems . ens in commotion,And as quickly ceased to shine. ^ PEINTERS DEVIL. Of all beings on earth of whom I can think,And especially those connected with ink,Theres no being charged witli and suffers such the queer little being we call printers devil. The Editor, short of the usual news;To fill up his paper is writing his views;His to flow, he tries hard to think,Then cusses his devil for such miserable ink. The compositors go just for fun on a bender,Next morn find themselves feeling quite tender ;Hair pulls, they are cross because of their revel,They must kic
Billy Dash poems . ens in commotion,And as quickly ceased to shine. ^ PEINTERS DEVIL. Of all beings on earth of whom I can think,And especially those connected with ink,Theres no being charged witli and suffers such the queer little being we call printers devil. The Editor, short of the usual news;To fill up his paper is writing his views;His to flow, he tries hard to think,Then cusses his devil for such miserable ink. The compositors go just for fun on a bender,Next morn find themselves feeling quite tender ;Hair pulls, they are cross because of their revel,They must kick some one, and so kick the devil. Hes an odd looking fellow, spotted with ink;Broad forehead,keen eye,and a sly knowing wink,He is found at his post, patient and smiles when you call him a fine looking devil. BILLY DASH POEMS. There a good time coming for liim,yon know,These devils sometimes to Editors grow;And then in his greatness, forgetting this evil,Hell pour out his wrath on his own printers A LITTLE BOYS POCKET. Hold your hand papa Ill show you some things Ive got in my pocket; Two nice Mttle rings, Here, take tliem, this piece of Slate pencil, you see, Is all that is left of The one you gave me. Look ! this candy I got Of small Johnny York; , I traded him two Little pieces of cork. This silver pen holder I got of Jim Dack, Im fraid that his mother Will make liim trade back. And this lump of white chalk I got for some strings; I keep it to rub up My pretty gold rings. That pen-knife lacks only A handle and blade, I guess I got cheated, 40 BILLY DASH POEMS- Twant much of a this quill tooth-pickTo get from my teethThe little small bits ofBill Butchers tough this piece of rubber,I rub out the markThey call a , hear that dog bark At my little tin horse,And this leather cow;Sometimes Im afraidTheyll kick up a this little cake,Jvisfc smell it, how nice !Fumery they call pins was the something thats ye
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