Life — December 28, 1893 — page 17: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

AN OLD TALE RE-TOLD. THE SPRINGALD AND THE CAUDA GALLI. “CT OOK here, look here, bold barkeepere, Come mingle a cup for me; And mingle it quick, and mingle it thick, And thou'se’ earn a broad penny.” “give it a name, thou fair springald ; Shall it be of the foaming bock, Or the whiskey skin or the Jobn Collin, Or the tail of the gallant cock ?” “*A cock-tail of the gin, the gin, Ymeint both strong and sweet, With a curly chip of lemon skin For such a guest were meet. ** My eyes are as holes in a blanket burnt And my head as the head of three, I have the jammer yclept of cat, For I've been on a sheol of a spree. “*A wet night maketh a dry morning’ Quoth Hendyng, ‘ rede ye right ; And the cure most fair is the self-same hair Of the dog that gave the bite.’ ** So whether it be of fingers three, Or else of fingers two, I want it strong and I want it long, And I want it p. d. q.” Then up and spake a little foot page That stood by the bar-room door, Said ‘* here is a wight would speak with thee A minute but and no more.” Said ‘*Q he beareth a broad letter, He hath ridden both fierce and far, May’st hear the tramp of his red roan steeds In the Madison Avenue car.” He hath taken a quill of the gray goose wing And dipped it in the ink, And written upon a fair paper “T have spit within this drink.” Teacher ; Bright Boy: WHAT WAS THE SI THE FourTH OF JuLY? GNIFICANT FACT OF THOMAS JEFFERSON'S DEATH ON THAT HE MISSED THE FIRE-WORKS. He hath laid the paper upon the cup, And the cup upon the bar, And stepped outside to speak with the wight, Had ridden both fierce and far. ‘ He hath broken the seal of the broad letter And written a fair answere, He hath given a fee of the white money To that district messengere. He hath hied him back to the bar again And taken his cock-tail up ; He hath cast one look at the fair paper ‘That lay on top of the cup “God save thee, gentle springald, From the fiends that plague thy soul ! Hast got "em again, or wherefore then Doth thine eye so wildly roll? “God save thee, gentle springald, From the fiends that haunt thee thus ! Why dost thou tear thy yellow hair? And eke, why dost thou cuss?" “0 barkeepere, some felon here {ath wrought foul shame and sin, ve back, give back my broad penny Or mix me another gin ; For a second line stands under mine— * Eke I have spit therein.’ AoA Bi LGY: I had a most horwibly embarwassing accident once. Took off me cutaway with me top-coat in church, don’t yer know. Reccy: Aw, that wasn’t half bad. Why, yesterday me twousers came unwolled on Bwoadway. comicbooks.com