Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 34, Number 104, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 August 1902 — The Boy from Town. [ARTICLE]

The Boy from Town.

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. Bis name is Cecil, and he’s eight, And he can’t skin, the cat — Bis maw she calls him "Pet;” I’d hate To have a name like that. , Be wears a collar and a tie And can’t hang by his toes; I guess that I would nearly die if i had onws Be can’t rideTjareback, and to-day, When we slid on the sfraw, Be ast if roosters help to lay The eggs I pick for maw. When our old gander hissed he run As though he thought he’d bite, And he ain’t ever shot a gun Or had a homemade kite;, Be 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. Be thinks it’s lot of fun to pump And see the water spurt, But won’t climb in the barn, and jump, For fear of gettin’ hurt. Bis clo’s are offle nice and fine, Bis hair’s all over curls, His hands ain’t half as big as mine, He ought to play with girls. • * * • • A little while ago when we Were foolin’ in the shed He suddenly got mad at me, Because I bumped his head. There’s lots of things that he can’t do, He thinks that sheep’ll bite, And he afraid of ganders, too; But he can fight all right. —Chicago Record-Herald.