{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3731", "width": "2313", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "^m^^ W j v^^^\\n4 o", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "hi", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "%-J", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "By KOBEKT J. BUEDETTE.\\nCMmes from a Jester s Bells.\\nA delightful volume coataining nineteen humorous stories illus-\\ntrated with twenty-one full page pictures. Price, $1.25 postpaid.\\nBt Bill Nye.\\nA Guest at the Ludlow.\\nTwenty-eight of this famous humorist s best and most finished\\nstories, with many illustrations. Price, $1.25 postpaid.", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "SMI I PS PICTURES BY\\nYOKED WITH\\nSIGHS S\\nSJ\\nBY ROBERT J. BURDETTE\\nSS^ PUBLISHERS ^i^,\\nH\u00c2\u00abi O\u00c2\u00a3 r oo*^^^^\u00c2\u00abo^^o", "height": "3567", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "IWO 1\\nof.\\nLllnmry of Congress\\nTwo Copiis Received\\n./4l900\\nsEco/^D copy.\\nDeKv\u00c2\u00bbr\u00c2\u00abd t\u00c2\u00bb\\nORDLBmVISiON,\\nJUL 19 1900\\nTWO COPIES RECEIVED,\\nLibrary of Coiijret%\\nOffice of tli9\\nAPR 16 1900\\nRegister of Copyrlghfi^\\nT^\\n0^\\n65299\\nCOPYRIGHT 1900\\nBY\\nROBERT J. BURDETTE\\nIV", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "TO MY WIFE\\nCLARA\\nHER VOICE LIVES IIS AIY \\\\VOKI !S\\nHER HAjVI moves I:X MY WORK\\nHER HEART THROBS I r MV THOUOHT", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nAfter the Battle 102\\nAll Things to All Men 93\\nAquarius 75\\nArchaeological Congress, An i\\nBabj Mine 3^\\nBrakeman s Sweetheart, The 83\\nBravest of the Brave 156\\nCataracket, A 116\\nComet, The 8\\nConsequences i7\\nCountermarch, The 62\\nCricket, The 107\\nDay We Do Not Celebrate, The 96\\nDogmatic Philosophy m\\nvii", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nDon t Fret\\nEvening\\nFestina Lente\\nFinis\\nFunny Old Clown, The\\nGetting Even\\nGlorj in the Northwest\\nHod -Fellow, The\\nIn Medio Tutissimus Ibis\\nInside Track, The\\nIn Time of Peace\\nJames Whitcomb Rilev\\nLines to a Mule\\nMain Hatch, The\\nMarch\\nMargins\\nMaster Sleeps, The\\nMay Day\\nMendicant, The\\nMorning\\nMy First Cigar\\nOdd I See, The\\nOld Wine in New Bottles\\nOn the Coast of Man\\nOrphan Born\\nPierian Spring, The\\nPlaint of Jonah, The\\nPostmaster, The\\nPrivate s Glorv, The\\n171\\n85\\n67\\n178\\n6\\n77\\nII\\n53\\n98\\n33\\n130\\n173\\n119\\n109\\n126\\n40\\n23\\n^33\\n65\\n56\\n30\\n159\\n147\\n166\\n113\\n123\\n15\\n100\\n169", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Contents\\nPulmonic Passion\\nPutting His Armor On\\nPutty Man, The\\nRealization\\nRime of the Ancient Miller\\nRunning the Weeklj\\nSchool Ma am, The\\nSchool Takes Up\\nSeedsman, The\\nSic Transit\\nSisyphus\\nSoldier, Rest!\\nSongs Without Words\\nSpell of Rhyme, A\\nTramp, The\\nTrolley La La!\\nTwo Rag Men\\nUtopia\\nWhat Lack We Yet?\\n44\\n162\\n27\\n135\\n18\\n42\\n59\\n128\\n154\\n150\\n25\\n38\\n80\\n48\\nn\\n70\\n13\\n91\\nIX", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "An Archaeological Congress\\nJ i ^HERE S none can tell about my birth\\nm as old as the big round earth\\nYe young Immortals clear the track,\\nI m the bearded Joke on the Carpet tack.\\nThus spoke \\\\^0^\\nA Joke\\nWith boastful croak;\\nAnd as he said,\\nUpon his head\\nHe stood, and waited for the tread", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "An Archaeological Congress\\nOf thoughtless wight,\\nWho, in the night,\\nGets up, arrayed in garments white,\\nAnd indiscreet,\\nWith unshod feet,\\nProwls round for something good to eat.\\nBut other Jokes\\nHis speech provokes;\\nAnd old, and bald, and lame, and gray.\\nWith loftiest scorn they say him Nay;\\nAnd bid him hold his unweaned tongue,\\nFor they were blind ere he was young.\\nSo hot\\nThey grew,\\nThis complot\\nCrew,\\nThey laid a plan\\nTo catch a Man;\\nThat all the clan\\nMight then trepan\\nHis skull with Jokes; they thus began:\\n2", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "An Archaeological Congress\\nFirst Mule, his heel its skill to try,\\nAmid his ribs like lightning laid\\nAnd back recoiled he well knew why\\nInsurance Man, he faintly sayed.\\nNext Stove Pipe rushed, as hot as fire,\\nTut up! he cried, in accents bold;\\nJ,\\\\With Elbow joint he struck the lyre.\\nAnd knocked the Weather Prophet cold\\nBut thou, Ice Cream, with hair so gray,\\nThree thousand years before the Flood,\\nCold, bitter cold, will be the day\\nThou dost not warm the Jester s blood,\\nSpoons for the spooney, was her ancient\\nsong.\\nThat with slow measure dragged its deathless\\nlength along.\\nAnd longer had she sung, but with a frown,\\nOld Pie, impatient, rose\\nAnd roared, Behold, I am the Funny Clown\\nAnd without me there is no Joke that goes.\\n3", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "An Archaeological Congress\\nTo every Jester in the land,\\nI lend my omnipresent hand\\nI ve filled in Jokes of every grade\\nSince ever Jokes and Pies were made\\nSewed, pegged and pasted, glued or cast\\nIf not the first of Jokes, I ll be the last.\\nWith heart unripe and mottled hide,\\nPale summer watermeloncholly sighed,\\nAnd but the Muse would find it vain\\nTo give a list of all the train\\nThe hairless, purblind, toothless crew,\\nThat burst on Man s astonished view\\nThe Bull dog and the Garden gate\\nThe Girl s Papa in wrathful state;\\nMa ma in law; the Leathern Clam\\nThe Woodshed Cat; the Rampant Ram\\nThe Fly, the Goat, the Skating Rink,\\nThe Paste-brush plunging in the Ink\\nThe Baby wailing in the Dark\\nThe Songs they sang upon the Ark;", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "An Archaeological Congress\\nThings that were old when Earth was new,\\nAnd as they lived still old and older grew,\\nAnd as these Jokes about him cried,\\nAnd all their Ancient Arts upon him tried,\\nTheir hapless victim, Man, lay down and died,\\nr iy p:", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "The Funny Old Clown\\nDEAR Century Plant, I love thy bismuthed\\nface,\\nThy peaked hat, thy grotesque painted smiles.\\nThy hoary jokes that with an antique grace\\nMake plaintive music for thy antic wiles\\nI love thy squalling songs, roared out of tune,\\nThy bearded, old conundrums bald and blind\\nThe mellow beauty of the afternoon\\nThat years untold through all thy wit hath\\nshined.\\n6", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "The Funny Old Clown\\nFriend of my childhood, thou art never old;\\nNo heart hath he who says thy wit is stale\\nWarm is the soul that loves the jest thrice told,\\nAnd dear the friend who loves the twice-told\\ntale.\\nWhat though the title page tells all the rest?\\nMust all our mirth be shiny with veneer?\\nAre not the oldest songs of all the best?\\nThe oldest friends of all dear friends most\\ndear?\\nWhat then? The little ones are pleased with\\nthee.\\nAnd in their childish plaudits, sweet and clear,\\nThe old, dead laughter of my boyish glee,\\nOnce more called back to life, again I hear.\\nI laugh, with echoes of old laughter blent,\\nTo think how new and bright thy jokes were\\nthen,\\nSo, every year, I seek the circus tent\\nAnd shout to hear thy Here we are again", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "The Comet\\nERCY love us\\nFar above us\\nSee the comet sloshin round.\\nFifty million\\nBillion trillion\\nThousand miles above the ground\\nWith a tail\\nLike a whale,\\nSee it scoot and whiz and rare\\nWith its flipper\\nIn the ^Dipper,\\nHow it riles the Major Bear\\n8", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "The Comet\\nNow it s try in\\nFor O Ryan,\\nIrish chap that killed the bull\\nAnd the moon\\nPretty soon\\nGives the comet s tail a pull.\\nHere and there,\\nEverywhere,\\nRestless sprite of sky idees.\\nAwful pert,\\nSee it flirt\\nWith the seven Pleiades.\\nUnbeliever,\\nFamine, fever,\\nPestilence and plague and war,\\nFret and worry\\nTrouble, hurry\\nThat is what a comet s for", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "The Comet\\nLots of debt,\\nToo much wet,\\nRain and hail and sleet and flood\\nBurning drouth,\\nTorrid south,\\nSun baked fields and seas of mud\\nBlood and bones,\\nTears and groans.\\nGnashing teeth and horrid cries\\nHowls and yowls.\\nFrowns and scowls,\\nThat s about the comet s size.\\nIt will bring\\nEverything\\nThat is bad beneath the sun.\\nHow it hums\\nHere it comes\\nGoodness gracious, let us run!\\nlo", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Glory in the Northwest\\nFROM Shediac the Canadian\\nMarched out to look for the half-breed man\\nAnd ere the month of May was gone\\nHe roped him up in Saskatchewan.\\nFrom Shubenacodie and Memrancook\\nHis weary way the volunteer took\\nFrom Passakeag and Bartibogue,\\nHe marched away to corral the rogue.\\nII", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Glory in the Northwest\\nFrom MagLiadavie and Stewiacke,\\nAssametaquaghan and Peticodiac\\nFrom Rusiagonish and Ste. Flavie\\nNauigewauk and Apohagui.\\nFrom several places that I can t spell,\\nAnd some that I can t pronounce as well,\\nThey chased the half-breed over the plains\\nAnd knocked him out with their easiest names.\\n12", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Utopia\\nA THAT will we do when the good days come^\\nWhen the croaking prophet s lips are\\ndumb?\\nWhen the man who reads us his little things\\nHas lost his voice with the dole it brings\\nWhen stilled is the breath of the whistling man,\\nAnd the yells of the campaign marching clan\\nWhen the neighbors children have lost their\\ndrums\\nOh, what will we do when the good time comes?", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Utopia\\nOh, what will we do in that good, blithe time\\nWhen the tramp will work oh, thought sub-\\nlime\\nWhen the scornful dame with the wear}^ feet\\nWill thank you, sir, for the proffered seat;\\nWhen the man you hire to work by the day\\nWill let ou do his work }^our way\\nWhen the office boy will call you Sir,\\nInstead of Soy, and Governer;\\nWhen the funny man is humorsome\\nOh, how can we stand the Millenium?", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "The Plaint of Jonah\\nWHY should I live, when every day\\nThe wicked prospers in his way,\\nAnd daily adds unto his hoard.\\nWhile cut worms smite the good man s gourd?\\nWhen I would rest beneath its shade\\nComes the shrill-voiced book-selling maid.\\nAnd smites me with her tireless breath\\nThen am I angry unto death. ^f;;^^,", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "The Plaint of Jonah\\nWhen I would slumber in my booth,\\nWho comes with accents loud and smooth\\nAnd talks from dawn to midnight late\\nThe honest labor candidate.\\nWho pounds mine ear with noisy talk,\\nWhose brazen gall no ire can balk\\nAnd wearies me of life s short span?\\nThe accident insurance man\\n^V\\nAnd when, all other torments fiown,\\nI think to call one hour mine own,\\nWho takes my leisure by the throat?\\nThe villain taking up a vote.\\ni6", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Consequences\\nA /^HEN James came up one Sunday night\\nAglow with love s soft flames,\\nHe sought the sofa where she sat,\\nSo fa, so good, said James.\\nA year thrice told has come and gone\\nWith joys and hopes and bother;\\nThere stands a crib where the sofa did,\\nSays James, A little father,\\n17", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "4\\n9\\nw\\n^v^ .-v/^,\\nRunning the Weekly\\nTX the twilight in his sanctum sat the editor\\nalone.\\nAnd his might} brain was throbbing in a \\\\-er\\\\\\nloft} tone\\nBut he checked a deathless poem, that was\\nfraught with fancies dim,\\nAnd he thought of Quill, his e. c, and con-\\ntrived a pit for him.\\ni8\\nB L -S\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Bills\\nPAID.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Running the Weekly\\nThen he stopped right in a leader on the Euro-\\npean war,\\nWhile he wrote a puff for Barleycorn s new,\\nfamily grocery store\\nAnd just as he got started on the Outlook of\\nToday,\\nThe foreman came to say the comps. had\\nstruck for higher pay.\\nThen he started on a funny sketch, a fancy bright ft^i\\nand glad, ^t/^^ T^\\nWhen Slabs, the undertaker, came to order out WM\\nhis ad.\\nHe smiled and wrote the title, The Reflections\\nof a Sage,\\nWhen the panting devil broke in with\\nThey ve pied the second page! v\\nHe sighed, and took his scissors when the ever\\nfunny bore\\nSaid, Ah, writing editoria then he weltered\\nin his gore.\\n19\\n^^m^^r\\nK;tv", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "Running the Weekly\\nAnd as the scribe was feehng happ} writing up f%\\nthe fra}\\nHis landlord came to know if he could pay his\\nrent today.\\nIn deep abstraction then he plunged the paste\\nbrush in the ink,\\nAnd stammered, Thank you, since 0u will\\ninsist on it, I think\\nWhen from the business ofhce came the cashier,\\nHere s a mess\\nComposish Roller s put a big attachment on\\nthe press.\\nThen broke the editorial heart; he sobbed, and\\nand said Good-bye!\\nAnd forth he went, to some far land, from all\\nhis woes to fl}\\nBut ere the second mile was flown he sank in\\nwild despair\\nThe Wabash line took up his pass and made\\nhim pa\\\\ his fare.\\n20", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Pulmonic Passion\\n)RESS me closer, all mine own\\nWarms my heart for thee alone;\\nEach caress my longing fills,\\nEvery sense responsive thrills\\nNeath thy touch I live, thy slave.\\nRest the only boon I crave\\nThou dost reign upon my breast,\\nWith thine own fierce ardor blest\\nCloser still, for thou art mine;\\nBurns my heart, for I am thine\\n21\\nP\\nt^\\nf^\u00e2\u0082\u00ac", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Pulmonic Passion\\nThou the message, I the wire,\\nThou the furnace, I the fire!\\nI the servant, thou the master-\\nRoaring,\\nRed Hot.\\nMustard\\nPlaster\\n22", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "The Master Sleeps\\nTHE breath of June with faint perfume\\nComes steahng through the open door\\nAnd restless shadows in the room\\nPlay with the sunbeams on the floor.\\nThe buzzing voices croon and drone\\nOr laugh aloud in willful way\\nThe old schoolmaster on his throne\\nSleeps soundly on this sweet June day.\\n23", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "The Master Sleeps\\nAway from noisy schools his dreams\\nHave borne him back through paths of light\\nBy dimpling mead and rippling streams\\n_ To childhood s home and morning bright.\\nSoftly he sleeps, schoolmaster wise,\\nWith one mild eye just on the crack,\\nSo young Rob Mclntyre he spies\\nAnd gars the dust fl) from his back.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "^4t ^l.-U^\\nSoldier, Rest\\nA RUSSIAN sailed over the blue Black Sea,\\nJust when the war was growing hot,\\nAnd he shouted, I m Tjalikavakeree-\\nKarindabrolikanavandorot-\\nSchipkadirova-\\nIvandiszstova-\\nSanilik-\\nDanilik-\\nVaragobhot\\n25\\nai\\nV", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Soldier, Rest\\nA Turk was standing upon the shore\\nRight where the terrible Russian crossed\\nAnd he cried, Bismillah! I m Abd el Kor\\nBazaroukilgonautoskobrosk-\\nGetzinpravadi-\\nKilgekosladji-\\nGrivido-\\nBlivido-\\nJenikodosk\\nSo they stood like brave men, long and well,\\nAnd they called each other their proper names,\\nTill the lock-jaw seized them, and where they fell\\nThey buried them both b} the Irdosholames-\\nKalatalustchuk-\\nMischaribustchup-\\nBulgari-\\nDulgari-\\nSagharimainz.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Realization\\nN\\nEATH summer s sun and winter s blast\\nWhile the long years swept slowly past,\\nI waited, looking out to sea,\\nFor sure my ship would come to me.\\nAt last For with this morning sun\\nMy glad heart heard her signal gun\\nAnd safe into the sheltering bay\\nI saw my ship come in to-day.\\n27", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Realization\\nAnd then I learned that she had been\\nEleven weeks in quarantine,\\nWhile yellow fever sank the crew\\nDeep in its complementary blue.\\nr^\\nAnd long before, while tempest tossed, j2S\\nHer masts and rigging had been lost,\\nAnd then the crew, a frightened horde.\\nHad flung the cargo overboard.\\nAnd then a steamer of the line\\nLaid hold upon this ship of mine\\nAnd towed her through the waters wild,\\nAnd fearful claims for salvage filed. 5^\\nThen next I learned the companee\\nWhich had insured my ship for me\\nHad gone up, higher than a kite\\nOver the stars clear out of sight\\n28", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Realization\\nSo once again I sit all day\\nDown where the restless breakers play,\\nAnd wish though all the good it does-\\nMy ship had stayed out where it was.\\nAnd when the evening, gray and dim,\\nFalls on the ocean s misty brim.\\nWith throbbing heart and quivering Hp,\\nI wish I d never had no ship.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "My First Cigar\\nT^WAS just behind the woodshed\\nOne glorious sumiper day,\\nFar o er the hills the sinking sun\\nPursued his westward way;\\nAnd in my safe seclusion\\nRemoved from all the jar\\nAnd din of earth s confusion\\nI smoked my first cigar.\\n30", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "My First Cigar\\nIt was my first cigar\\nIt was the worst cigar\\nRaw, green and dank, hide-bound and rank\\nIt was my first cigar\\nAh, bright the boyish fancies\\nWrapped in the smoke-wreaths blue\\nMy eyes grew dim, my head was light,\\nThe woodshed round me flew\\nDark night closed in around me\\nBlack night, without a star\\nGrim death methought had found me\\nAnd spoiled my first cigar.\\nIt was my first cigar\\nA six-for-five cigar\\nNo viler torch the air could scorch\\nIt was my first cigar\\nAll pallid was my beaded brow,\\nThe reeling night was late,\\nMy startled mother cried in fear,\\nMy child, what have you ate?\\n31", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "My First Cigar\\nI heard my father s smothered laugh,\\nIt seemed so strange and far,\\nI knew he knew I knew he knew\\nI d smoked my first cigar\\nIt was my first cigar\\nA give-away cigar\\nI could not die I knew not why\\nIt was my first cigar\\nSince then I ve stood in reckless ways,\\nI ve dared what men can dare,\\nI ve mocked at danger, walked with deatli,\\nI ve laughed at pain and care.\\nI do not dread what may befall\\nNeath my malignant star,\\nNo frowning fate again can make\\nMe smoke my first cigar.\\nI ve smoked my first cigar!\\nMy first and worst cigar\\nFate has no terrors for the man\\nWho s smoked his first cigar!", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "The Inside Track\\nIT E came to the bower of her I love\\nTwanging his light guitar;\\nHe called her in song his snow white dove,\\nHis lily, his fair, bright star,\\nWhile I sat by the side of the brown-eyed maid\\nAnd helped her enjoy her serenade.\\n33", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "The Inside Track\\nHe sang that his love was beyond compare\\n(His voice was sweet as his song)\\nHe said she was pure, and gentle, and fair,\\nAnd I told her he wasn t far wrong.\\nI don t know whether he heard me or not.\\nFor his E string snapped like a pistol shot.\\nHe told how he loved her, o er and o er,\\nWith passion in every word,\\nIn songs that I never knew before\\nAnd sweeter ones ne er were heard.\\nBut the night dews loosened his tenor strings\\nAnd they buzzed out of tune like crazy things.\\nHe sang and he played till the moon was high,\\n(Oh, sweet was the love-born strain!)\\nWhile the night caught, up each tremulous sigh\\nAnd echoed the sweet refrain.\\nBut I laughed when a beetle flew down his throat\\nAnd choked in a sneeze his highest note.\\n34", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "The Inside Track\\nShe liked it; and I did just so-so;\\nI was glad to hear his lay\\nI sometimes echoed him, soft and low,\\nWhen he sang what I wanted to say\\nTill at last I leaned from the window and then\\nI thanked him, and asked him to call again.\\nAnd then he went away.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "Baby Mine\\nTHERE is no joy in the world like you,\\nXo music sweet as your goo-ah-goo,\\nNo skies so soft as your eyes of blue\\nBaby, oh my baby\\nBut when you ground on the hidden pin,\\nAnd open your valve and howl like sin,\\nNo gong can equal Our little din,\\nBaby, oh my baby!\\n36", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Baby Mine\\nMy heart is glad when your face I see,\\nMy joy is full when you come to me,\\nI laugh with you in romping glee,\\nBaby, oh my baby\\nBut oftentimes my midnight snore\\nIs broken short by your startling roar,\\nAnd till morning dawns we walk the floor-\\nBaby, oh my baby\\nI i\\n37", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "Songs Without Words\\nT CAN not sing the old songs,\\nThough well I know the tune,\\nFamiliar as a cradle song\\nWith sleep-compelling croon\\nYet though I m filled with music\\nAs choirs of summer birds,\\nI can not sing the old songs\\nI do not know the words.\\n^v", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Songs Without Words\\nI start on Hail Columbia,\\nAnd get to heav n-born band,\\nAnd there I strike an up-grade\\nWith neither steam nor sand\\nStar Spangled Banner downs me\\nRight in my wildest screaming,\\nI start all right, but dumbly come\\nTo voiceless wreck at streaming.\\nSo, when I sing the old songs,\\nDon t murmur or complain\\nIf Ti, diddy ah da, tum dum,\\nShould fill the sweetest strain.\\nI love Tolly um dum di do,\\nAnd the trilla-la yeep da -birds,\\nBut I can not sing the old songs\\nI do not know the words.\\n^^^^i^^^\\n39", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "Margins\\n/I Y dreams so fair that used to be,\\nThe promises of youth s bright dime.\\nSo changed, alas; come back to me\\nSweet memories of that hopeful time\\nBefore I learned, with doubt oppressed,\\nThere are no birds in next year s nest.\\n40", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Mar;\\ngins\\nThe seed I sowed in fragrant spring\\nThe summer s sun to vivify\\nWith his warm kisses, ripening\\nTo golden harvest by and by,\\nGot caught by drought, Hke all the rest\\nThere are no birds in next year s nest.\\nThe stock I bought at eighty-nine.\\nBroke down next day to twenty-eight\\nSome squatters jumped my silver mine,\\nMy own convention smashed my slate\\nNo more in futures I ll invest\\nThere are no birds in next year s nest.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "The School Ma am\\nSEE where she comes adown the lane\\nWith gladness in her laughing eye,\\nBut in her hand the rattan cane\\nTo stifle laughter by and by.\\nYoung love lurks in her merry tone,\\nAnd nestles in her roguish looks,\\nBut long, hard, crooked questions moan\\nAnd sob and gibber in her books.\\n42", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "The School Ma am\\nHer dimpled hand, that seeks the curl\\nCoquetting with her graceful head,\\nCan make a boy s ears ring and whirl\\nAnd make him wish that he were dead.\\nHow much she kens, this learned rose,\\nOf human will and human won t;\\nOne wonder is, how much she knows.\\nThe other is, how much I don t.\\nSweet pedagogue, much could I tell\\nThe merry boys who greet thy call\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThy mother cuffed my ears, right well.\\nWhen she was young and I was sma", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "III\\nm\\nPutting His Armor On\\n^^TF you re waking call me early, call me\\nearly, mother dear,\\nFor I ve a heap to resolute about, this glad\\nNew Year\\nThere s lots of things I m going to say I m go-\\ning to try to do,\\nAnd I hope perhaps in a thousand things I ll\\nmanage to keep a few.\\n44\\nV", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Putting His Armor On\\nI will not look upon the wine when it is rosy\\nred\\nSo may my evening hat sit loosely on my morn-\\ning head,\\n^\\\\(r\\\\\\n|^W^g9 I will not whistle in the cars the airs I do not fizypQ^M\\nknow\\nV\\nX^ Nor hold high revel in my rooms while others fyl^\\n\\\\-^x\\\\ B k T sl^^P below. y\\n/M I will not stand with sinners at the corner of the^/\\nstreet; y i}\\nI. will not talk about myself, to every one I\\nmeet; \\\\W\\nI ll be the good boy of the school, and study l\\nhard all day,\\nNor prod my seat-mate with a pin, to see him\\nlaugh and play. i\\nWhen Wisdom crieth in the streets, I ll know\\nthat she means me. ^v-^ ^v C\\nAnd when she putteth forth her voice, I ll an- VS)^ 1(^\\nswer, Here I be\\n45", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "Putting His Armor On\\nWhen bigger men affront me, I will give the\\nanswer soft,\\nBut the little man who tries it on, may venture\\nr t\\nonce too oft. vl\\nI\\nI will not lie about my age, my salary or weight;\\nTo help in deed the friend in need, I will not\\nhesitate\\n!i\\nI will not o;rind for nothing the faces of the\\no o MI\\npoor,\\nAnd fractured to}-s and broken hearts I ll tr\\\\ to\\nmend and cure.\\nI will not wear a dress coat when the sun is in\\nthe sky;\\nI will not wear a collar more than seven inches\\nhigh;\\nI ll be so good and sensible that people in the\\nstreet\\nWill lift their hats to me and make obeisance\\nwhen we meet.\\n46", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Putting His Armor On\\nGood-night, dear mother, sweet good-night;\\nnay, do not weep for me;\\nThough I m so good to-night, you fear the\\nmorn I ne er may see;\\nBut if I do live through it, when to-morrow dis-\\nappears\\nYou ll likely think your precious boy will live a\\nhundred years.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "The Tramp\\nOLOW paced, with listless step he moved\\nalong\\nTo where the woodbine mantled all the door,\\nAnd strewed its restless shadows on the floor\\nHis sinewy breath, escaping in a song.\\nBore scent of Old Tom Juniper, full strong\\nUpon both feet he limped, as travel sore.\\nFor alms he asked; ate them, and asked for\\nmore\\nAnd lingered yet, the banquet to prolong,\\nWhiles I felt envv of his bone and brawn", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "The Tramp\\nAnd his glad Hfe, so free from toil or care\\nAnd did not know, till after he was gone\\nThat he had taken with him, my best pair\\nOf Summer clothes, and other things, to pawn,\\nAnd drifted idly off we knew not where.\\nAh, would that I, like him. might come and go,\\nAs birds, and winds, and shadows go and\\ncome,\\nCareless of all things sad or burdensome\\nLiving as lightly as fair lilies grow\\nBeside the dreamy river s slumbrous flow;\\nAt morn, awakened by the hollow drum\\nOf partridge in the thicket by the hum\\nOf ever busy bees at noon tide s glow\\nLulled to my mid-day slumber in the wood\\nDrone like, to eat the sweets by others stored,\\nTo live with birds and winds in brotherhood\\nMy fashion plate the clothes-line; and my\\nboard\\nThe farmer s care but there! I am no good;\\nI have no art I would get caught and scored\\n49", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "City Lyrics\\nWhat s in all this grand life an high situation,\\nAnd nary pink nor hollyhawk bloomin at the door\\nRiley.\\n51", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "M.\\n1 f i\\\\\\nThe Hod-Fellow\\n/^H, bird of the avenue, strong is thy wing\\nAs thou piercest the clouds with thy loud\\ncaroling;\\nI follow thy flight with my hand-shaded eye\\nOh, where art thou going, so high and so\\nhigh?\\n53", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "The Hod-Fellow\\nThy plumage is blue as the skies in the faU,\\nAnd tawny the top-knot that shines over-all\\nStraight into the eye of the clear gleaming day,\\nRight upward and onward thou soarest away.\\nSay, where dost thou fly with thy head burden-\\nbowed\\nOh, say, dost thou build thy lone nest in the\\ncloud?\\nWith an arm full of bricks in thy three=sided hat.\\nThou wingest thy way to a ninth-story flat.\\nThe flights thou hast made, were they straightly\\naligned,\\nWould pierce the blue ether and stick out be-\\nhind\\nWhy not keep right on when the ladder you ve\\ntrod,\\nAnd puU it up after you, man with the hod?\\n54", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "The Hod-Fellow\\nThe sun-staring eagle has broad-sweeping wings\\nTo fan the light zephyr as upward he swings\\nBut he d lower his crest in the gloom of defeat\\nShould he ever, like you, try to fly with his feet.\\nOh, bird of the ladder-flight Lightly my muse\\nWill sing the slow lift of thy high-soaring shoes\\nThou teachest ambition, the sure way to climb\\nIs to plod up the ladder one round at a time.", "height": "3621", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "Morning\\nw\\nHAT charms are thine, oh incense-\\nbreathing morn\\nHow blessed with dewy freshness is the hour\\nBefore the dawn I hear the milkman s horn\\nWind at m\\\\- gate with ever-swelling power.\\nThe rosy-fingered hours far in the east\\nKindle the skies with flames of gold and red,\\nFood for the e}^es though for my morning feast\\nI much prefer a little roll in bed.\\n56", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "i:\\n\u00c2\u00a54\\nMorning\\nThe English sparrows wrangling at my gate\\nSalute the day with many a rasping squack\\nThe cartman, with slow wheels that creak and\\ngrate,\\nInspires his laggard steed with shout and\\nwhack.\\nAnd now the baker s bell with dire alarm\\nDing-dongs and clangs in tones that fairly\\nfreeze\\nThe list ner s blood; a huckster from the farm\\nYells neath the window Nice fresh rad-\\nishees\\nWith shrieks and cries of varying vehemence\\nRush down the street loud swarms of whist-\\n/C^:^\\nling boys,\\nWhile every man in all the city dense j^^ ,y\\nStarts up to greet the day with some new y^^ Y\\nnoise.\\n57", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "Morning\\nOld bot-tuls I Rags I come bawling up the\\nstreet\\nOuld hats I ould hats I ould hats! just\\nshakes the door\\nCharco and Tatoes in the tumult bleat,\\nWhile Morning pa-piz I swells the thunder-\\ning roar.\\nOh, peaceful morn oh. hallowed, blessed dawn\\nHow sweet to kiss th\\\\- dewy, scented breath\\nHow sweet to grasp a club and fall upon\\nYon shrilling boy, and maul him half to death", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "School Takes Up\\nTHE boys have come back to school\\nAnd me;\\nAnd a conflict of riot and rule\\nI see;\\nThe whispered joke, and the stealthy grin,\\nThe clinging wax, and the crooked pin.\\nThe smothered laugh, and the buzzing din\\nAh me!\\n59", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "School Takes Up\\nMy profile chalked on the outer walls\\nDear me\\nAnd the ceiling stuccoed with paper balls\\nI see;\\nThe shuffling feet on the gritty floor,\\nThe inky face at the school-room door,\\nV The vicious pinch, and the muffled roar\\nVrr H I Ah me N^\\nU\\nf^A K\\nThe question brisk and the answer slow\\nAh me;\\nThe T furgit and the T dun no,\\nAh me\\nN four times seven is twenty- nine\\nN Rome is a town on the river Rhine\\nN George is a verb, n agrees with w^ine;\\near me\\nAT\\n60", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "School Takes Up\\nGrimace and giggle, grin and wink\\nDear me\\nBuzz, hum and whisper who can think?\\nOh, me!\\nWouldn t it be a better rule\\nTo let the boy grow up a fool,\\nRather than send him back to school\\nAnd me?\\nDI", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": ".^^pv^\\nI\\n)^w;feiVH\\\\\\\\V\\\\fi ^x\\nV!\\nhS^ -v7 if \\\\S(^\\nThe Countermarch\\nT\\n*RAAIP, tramp, tramp I\\nWith the morning clocks at ten\\nShe skimmed the street with footsteps fleet,\\nAnd jostled the timid men.\\nTramp, tramp, tramp!\\nShe entered the dry goods store,\\nAnd with hurrying tread the dance she led\\nAll over the crowded floor.\\n62", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "4l\\n3\\nThe Countermarch\\nShe charged the throng where the bargains were,\\nAnd everybody made way for her\\nWherever she saw a special sign\\nShe made for the spot a prompt bee Hne\\nWhatever was old, or whatever was new.\\nShe had it down and she looked it through.\\nWhatever it was that caught her eye.\\nShe d handle, and price, and pretend to buy.\\nBut twas either too bad, too common, too good.\\nSo she did, and she wouldn t, and didn t and\\nwould.\\nAnd round the counters and up the stairs.\\nIn attic and basement and every wheres,\\nThe salesmen fainted and cash boys dropped.\\nBut still she shopped, and shopped, and shopped,\\nAnd shopped, and shopped, and shopped, and\\nshopped\\nAnd round, and round, and round, and round.\\nLike a serpentine toy with a key that s wound.\\nShe weaved and wriggled and twisted about.\\nLike a gyrating whirlwind dazed with doubt,\\nThis way in and the other way out,", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "The Countermarch\\nTill men grew giddy to see her go\\nAnd by and by, when the sun was low,\\nHomeward she dragged her weary way\\nWith a boy to carr} the spoil of the day\\nA spool of silk and a hank of thread\\nEight hours ten cents and a woman half dead\\nX.\\n64", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "The Mendicant\\nHEAR thy full-voiced note thy flight of\\nIt broods beneath my casement in the night,\\nAnd cooing, wakes me in the earl)- light,\\nWhiles I would slumber on, and on, and on,\\nAnd wonder if thou never wilt be gone.\\nI hear thy warble down the echoing street\\nWhere other songs awake thine own to greet\\nAnd with it blend.\\n65\\nn ir I", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "The ^Mendicant\\nDown the long pavement s human-cumbered\\nwaste,\\nI hear thy plaintive chant; thou hast, thou\\nsayst,\\nWash tubs to mend\\nOh, child of song I m\\\\ heart goes out to thee I\\nAlthough I would not. I must hear thee sing\\nAlike in winter sere and budding spring\\nFar from th\\\\ madding wail though I should flee.\\nYet, biding ni} return, thou still wouldst be\\nSinging the same old tune, the same old\\nwords\\nLike the repeating minstrelsy of birds;\\nPray thee, suspend em!\\nIn vain regrets th} voice no longer spend,\\nIf it be true you have wash tubs to mend,\\nWhy don t }^ou mend em?\\n66", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Festina Lente\\nDLESSINGS on thee, little man.\\nHasten slowly as you can\\nLoiter nimbly on your tramp\\nWith the ten-cent speedy stamp.\\nThou art boss the business man\\nPostals writes for thee to scan\\nAnd the man who writes, With speed,\\nGets it in his mind indeed.\\n6;", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "Festina Lente\\nLo, the man who penned the note\\nWasted ten cents when he wrote;\\nAnd the maid for it will wait\\nAt the window, b\\\\ the gate,\\nIn the doorway, down the street,\\nListening for thy footsteps fleet.\\nBut her cheek will flush and pale,\\nTill it comes next da\\\\- b\\\\ mail.\\nWith thine own indorsement neat\\nNo such number on the street.\\nOh, if words could but destroy,\\nThou wouldst perish, truthful boy\\nOh. for boyhood s easy way\\nMessenger who sleeps all day,\\nOr. from rise to set of sun.\\nReads The Terror on the run.\\nFor our sport, the band goes b}\\nFor your perch, the lamp post high;\\nFor our pleasure, on the street\\nDogs are fighting, drums are beat;", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "^^Festina Lente\\nFor your sake, the boyish fray,\\nOrgan grinder, run-away;\\nTrucks for your con\\\\enience are;\\nFor your ease, the bob-tail car;\\nEvery time and e\\\\^er\\\\ where\\nYou re not wanted. }Ou are there.\\nDawdling, whistling, loit ring scamp,\\nSeest thou this ten-cent stamp?\\nStay thou not for book or toy\\nVamos Fly! Skedaddle, boy!\\nl\\nIh t t^)#Pj| .....it;\\n6y", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "Two Rag Men\\npN RIFTS away the murky night\\nDawns the morning s smok}- light\\nIn the highway s busy hum\\nEre I see, I hear him come;\\nGutter, barrel, box he drags,\\nWhile his matins rise Old rags!\\n70", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "Two Rag Men\\nBrother mine, thy waiHng cry\\nHere I echo with a sigh;\\nAll thy brother has to wear\\nWhen he fain would take the air,\\nButton gone, and pin that jags,\\nEver mocks his poor old rags.\\nE en the page whereon I write,\\nMarring all its surface white.\\nPure and fair as drifting snow\\nWhen December tempests blow\\nWhispers to the pen that drags\\nI am nothing but old rags.\\nAnd the wealth I hope to get\\nFor this intellectual sweat.\\nAll the crisp and verdant bills,\\nPulped and spread in paper mills,\\nAll the poet s hard-earned swag,\\nOnce was gathered in thy bag.\\n71", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "Two Rag Men\\nRags, the bed on which I He;\\nRags, the shirt I have (to buy)\\nRags, old rags, my note of hand\\n(So I m given to understand)\\nCurses on thee, hook and bags,\\nRival gatherer of rags\\n(Kills him with a stone ink bottle and steals\\nhis bag of rags, which brings at the junk shop\\nmore than a seven octave poem.)", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Trolley La La\\nTHE car he waited for came down,\\nAnd then went thund ring by,\\nWith winged feet along the street\\nHe sped with fearsome cry\\nThe happy boys with joyous noise\\nExclaimed Hi, hi Hooray!\\nBut swift and far that trolle\\\\ car\\nHe chased, that summer day.\\n73\\nY", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "Trolley La La\\nAnd other cars they came and went\\nTheir gongs he heeded not\\nHis breath was gone, his strength was spent\\nHis frame and ire were hot;\\nWith panting roar he passed his door,\\nAnd crooked, west and far.\\nInto the vague Hereaftermore\\nHe chased that troUev car.\\n74", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Aquarius\\n---_ VBIC\\nSPRINKLE, sprinkle, water-cart,\\nOft I wonder where thou art:\\n^f-^ Never can I find thee nigh\\nWhen the dust is deep and dry.\\nWhen the sun puts on his cloud\\nAnd the rain-pour patters loud,\\nThen you wing your little flight-\\nSprinkle, sprinkle left and right.\\n75\\nm^^\\nr", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "Aquarius\\nWhen the crossings, Sunday clean,\\nFull of well-dressed folk are seen,\\nVainly then they dodge and scream\\nSprinkled with thy pluvial stream\\nAnd when bright my shoes are shined,\\nAnd my hands in gloves confined,\\nRattling down the thirst}^ street,\\nHow you soak my hands and feet.\\nSome day. w^hen this deed is done,\\nI will draw my trusty gun\\nThen thou lt wonder w^here thou art,\\nBuckshot-sprinkled w^ater-cart", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Getting Even\\nIF I were a railway brakeman,\\nI d call out the stations so plain\\nThat the passenger booked for Texas\\nWould go clear through to Maine.\\nTd open the door of the smoker\\nAnd give such a mighty roar\\nThat the people back in the sleeper\\nWould fall out on the floor.\\nn", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "cV Getting- Even\\nFor 1 couldn t afford a tenor voice\\nThat would murmur, and sigh, and speak\\nIn the soft, low tones of ^olian harps\\nFor eleven dollars a week.\\n^x\\nIf I were a baggage-master\\nI d rattle the trunks about;\\nI d stand them up in the corner,\\nAnd shake their cargoes out;\\nI would pull the handles out by the roots,\\nI would kick the bottoms in.\\nAnd strew their stuffing around the car.\\nAnd make them lank and thin.\\nFor I couldn t afford to wear kid gloves,\\nAnd put pads on my feet,\\nAnd fondle things gently, when all my pay\\nJust kept me in bread and meat.\\nIf I were a railway conductor.\\nAs through the train I d go,\\nI d have for every question asked\\nThis ready reply, Don t know", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "Getting Even\\nI d miss connections for lots of men,\\nI d run lone passengers past;\\nI d tell them twas eight, when I knew twas ten,\\nAnd declare their watches fast.\\nFor I couldn t afford to be civil\\nWhen I knew every man in the load\\nWould look at my watch and ring, and say\\nHe stole them things from the road.\\n79", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "mHJi\\nY\\nA Spell of Rhyme\\nARD engine Louisa, B. C-R. N\\nWas shifting some empties about three p.m.,\\nWhen the stoker leaned out of his window to sa}\\nThere s a cow going down the tea arr ay see\\nkay.\\nPensively halted the cow on the track,\\nBurs in her matted tail, bran on her back;\\nDreaming of summer, she seemed not to see\\nVa^, The on-coming ard ee en gee eye en ee.\\nWill", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "A Spell of Rhyme\\nOnce more spake the stoker, Right close is\\nshe now\\nBully, the engineer quoth, for the cow!\\nThen reversing his engine he cried, Shoo, oh\\nshoo\\nSaid the stoker, Oh, shoot the see oh double\\nyou!\\nShrilly the whistle shrieked forth its alarm.\\nAnd the stoker threw firewood and coal in a\\nswarm\\nBut the cow never heeded, nor thought that her\\nstar\\nWas setting at four miles an aitch oh you arr.\\nThe yard engine struck her about amidships.\\nAnd her summer dreams went into total eclipse;\\nIt scattered her system, most shocking to see\\nAll over the ess tea arr double ee tea\\n8i", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "A Spell of Rhyme\\nSadly the engineer drew in his head,\\nAnd pulled her wide open as onward he sped\\nBut the stoker laughed gaily, Old fellow, I sa}\\nThere s a mighty cheap cut of ess tea ee aie\\nkay\\n82", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "The Brakeman s Sweetheart\\nMY love is like a parlor car,\\nPerfection all her graces are\\nSmoothly, without a frown or jar,\\nShe runs by smiles\\nWould she but couple on to me,\\nHow happy then our lives would be\\nAnd east or west ah, wouldn t we\\nMake sunny miles\\n83\\ny^.^0^", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "The Brakeman s Sweetheart\\nHer eyes electric lamps eclipse\\nTo think of running daily trips\\nWith orders from her rose-bud lips-\\nIt makes my head-light I\\nBut sand and steam I seem to lack\\nWhen I d suggest a double-track.\\nHer laughing eyes they set me back\\nQuick as a red light.\\nI know she dearly loves to tease,\\nFor once, when on m\\\\- bended knees,\\nI told her, with what warmth you please.\\nHow I adored her,\\nWith gauzy, perfumed fan outspread\\nShe lightly tapped her lover s head.\\nAnd bending over, softly said,\\nShops, Joe; bad order!\\n84", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Evening\\nTHE sun sinks down the distant west\\nWhere er the west may be,\\nUntil the city building s crest\\nShuts off its light from me.\\nIt can not hide behind a hill\\nAnd so it hides behind a mill.\\n85", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "Evening\\nThe whistles blow their evening tune\\nHow shrill their echoes from afar\\nHow sweet to sniff the dust of June\\nAnd rush to catch the twilight car\\nWhile in its smoke, and dust, and heat,\\nA fat man stands on both my feet.\\nHere in the suburb, dusty, gray,\\nRoar the loud mouthings of a row\\nI feel no fear it is the wa}\\nMy neighbor urges home his cow;\\nWith clubs and yells she must be led\\nFrom gardens wrecked, where she hath fed.\\nUpon the soft, domestic air.\\nFaint, sensuous odors drift along\\nCoffee, potatoes, beefsteak rare.\\nFried onions, eggs, tripe and oolong;\\nAnd, daintier tastes to lure and please,\\n^,fJ^% Fried liver, ham, and castile cheese.\\n86", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Evening\\nOh, blissful eve! How blest the town 1\\nThat swelters thus through leafy June W\\nHow blest to watch the ice melt down,\\nTo serve the butter with a spoon\\nTo list the trolley s gonging chime\\nAnd know that it is evening time.\\n87", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Politics\\nLet none presume\\nTo wear an undeserved dignity.\\nO, that estates, degrees and offices\\nWere not derived corruptly and that clear honor\\nWere purchased by the merit of the wearer!\\nHow many then should cover, that stand bare\\nHow many be commanded, that command\\nMerchant of Venice.\\n89", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "What Lack We Yet?\\nWHEN Washington was president\\nHe was a mortal icicle;\\nHe never on a railroad went,\\nAnd never rode a bicycle.\\nHe read by no electric lamp,\\nNe er heard about the Yellowstone;\\nHe never licked a postage stamp,\\nAnd never saw a telephone.\\n91", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "AVhat Lack We Yet?\\nHis trousers ended at his knees\\nB} wire he could not snatch dispatch\\nHe fiUed his lamp with whale-oil grease,\\nAnd never had a match to scratch.\\nBut in these days it s come to pass,\\nAll work is with such dashing done,\\nWe ve all these things, but then, alas\\nWe seem to have no Washington", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "All Things to All Men\\nT VE run all the old parties over\\nAnd now to a new one must go\\nI think there are offices somewhere,\\nIf I d had any kind of a show.\\nThen give me some sort of a show oh ho\\nI m a rather weak sister I know;\\nBut I d run my legs off for an office,\\nIf I only knew which way to go.\\n93", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "^y^A4]\\nAll Thino-s to All :Men\\nFrom now till the da}- of election,\\nI ll promise all men everything;\\nAnd it s awful to think my rejection,\\nThe votes, when they re counted, may bring.\\nThen give me some sort of a show oh ho\\nInto any new party I ll go!\\nFor the starvingest kind of an office\\nrU be anything that I know.\\nPlease keep your eyes open and watchful\\nAnd when any new party you see\\nThat is wanting a man for an office\\nJust kindly refer them to me.\\nFor I m alwa} S ready to go you know!\\nWhere an office its shadow may throw\\nI d swim through the broad Mississippi\\nFor the littlest office I know.\\nAnd if, when the election is over,\\nUp Salt River I must repair,\\nMy banishment wouldn t seem lonesome\\nIf an office could follow me there.\\n94", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "All Things to All Men\\nSo follow me up when I go oh ho\\nAnd write on my tombstone, you know-\\nIf you re hunting a man for an office,\\nJust wake up the fossil below!\\n95", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "The Day We Do Not Celebrate\\no\\nNE famous day in great July\\nJohn Adams said, long years gone by\\nThis day that makes a people free\\nShall be the people s jubilee,\\nWith games, guns, sports, and shows displayed.\\nWith bells, pomp, bonfires, and parade,\\nThroughout this land, from shore to shore.\\nFrom this time forth, forevermore.\\nThe years passed on, and by and by.\\nMen s hearts grew cold in hot July.\\n96", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "x^\\ni\\nin\\nThe Day We Do Not Celebrate\\nAnd Mayor Hawarden Cholmondely said\\nHof rockets Hi ham sore hafraid\\nHand hif you send one hup hablaze,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0Hi U send you hup for sixty days.\\nThen said the Mayor O Shay McQuade,\\nThayre uz no nade fur no perade.\\nAnd Mayor Hans Von Schwartzenmeyer\\nProclaimed, I ll haf me no bonfier!\\nSaid Mayor Baptiste Raphael\\nNo make-a ring-a dat-a bell!\\nBy gar! cried Mayor Jean Crapaud,\\nZis July games vill has to go!\\nAnd Mayor Knud Christofferrssonn\\nSaid, Djeath to hjjim who fjjres a gjjunn!\\nAt last, cried Mayor Wun Lung Lee\\nToo muchee hoop-la boberee 1\\nAnd so the Yankee holiday,\\nOf proclamations passed away.", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "In Medio Tutissimus Ibis\\nIT ET other men wrangle and strive,\\nAnd struggle, and scheme, and contrive,\\nFor me tis discreeter, and meeter, and sweeter\\nTo sit on the fence by myself\\nI know that the scorn of the world\\nAt my meaningless mean will be hurled,\\nBut I have no measure, or leisure, or pleasure\\nTo struggle for power and pelf.\\n98\\n%-r^\\ni^", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "In Medio Tutissimus Ibis\\nThere are fellows whose greatest delight\\nIs to seek for the heart of the fight\\nAnd jostle and shoulder the older and bolder,\\nAnd knock out the timid and slim\\nSo if I, of a peace-loving mind,\\nTo roost on the fence am inclined,\\nSmall odds if they hiss me, or kiss me, or miss\\nme,\\nFor keeping up out of the swim.\\nIf ever I go to a war,\\nI will go in the medical corps,\\nAnd then while they re fighting and biting and\\nsmiting,\\nAnd shedding bad language and gore,\\nI ll turn from the strife I abhor.\\nBoth sides of the field I ll explore,\\nWhere the wounded are creeping, and weeping,\\nand sleeping,\\nSweet balm in their hurts I will pour:\\n99\\nl.\u00c2\u00abfC", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "The Postmaster\\nLONG }-ears he dwelt behind the latticed wall,\\nBuilt of glass boxes where he mislaid mail;\\nWith gentle patience answered every call,\\nAnd licked the stamps for childhood, sweet\\nand frail.\\nAdministrations changed with rise and fall\\nSerene he weathered every shifting gale\\nHis Ci\\\\il Service rules were few and fit,\\nAnd framed to catch the passing perquisite.\\nlOO", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "The Postmaster\\nSo in the service he grew old and gray,\\nAnd oft he put the stamps on upside down\\nMissorted letters in a strange, vague \\\\\\\\a.y,\\nAnd sent Smith s paper out to Jones, b}^\\nBrown.\\nTill Special Agent Death came in one day.\\nAnd pouched the old man through to Grave-\\nyard town.\\nHe lay quite still then suddenly he cried\\nMail closed and drew his salary and died.\\nlOI", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "After the Battle\\nSPREAD straw and tan-bark on the street,\\nLet not one Sabbath church bell ring;\\nPut shoes of list on horses feet,\\nAnd muffle every nois} thing.\\nThrottle the man who lifts his voice\\nLet every mouth be closed and dumb\\nIn secret, silent thought rejoice\\nThat all the world is still and numb.\\n102", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "After the Battle\\nOh, gracious Silence At thy throne\\nWith voiceless lips we kiss the dust;\\nThy noiseless reign with joy we own,\\nAnd hail thy speechless judgments just\\nFor past is our Election day\\nWe tell it thee with grateful tears\\nSend us no other one, we pray,\\nFor eighteen hundred thousand years\\nm\\nWfA^\\n103", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Children of the Ark\\n**Th unwieldy elephant,\\nTo make them mirth, us d all his might, and wreathed\\nHis lithe proboscis.\\nParadise Lost.\\n^y\\nN)\\n105", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "The Cricket\\n1SANG the budding spring away,\\nAnd played while summer roses bloomed,\\nI danced through Autumn s splendid sway,\\nAnd when November s shadows gloomed:\\nAnd skies and hills, and all the woodland\\nthrong\\nLaughed at my dancing feet and merry song,\\n107", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "The Cricket\\nI mocked the toiling ant with scorn\\nI sang, but wrought not, with the bee;\\nI wooed the joyous birds at morn,\\nDanced at the June flies jubilee;\\nNor dreamed, or knew, or ever cared to know\\nThat Summer flowers would fade and Winter\\nblow.\\nNow Winter comes, I have no care,\\nI ask no ant to give me room\\nI sue no bee for daint}- fare,\\nI laugh and sing at Winter s gloom;\\nAnd that the Summer time I danced away\\nBrings no regret to me this Winter s day.\\nENVOI.\\nFor this is the season, as you may conjecture,\\nThat is Summer for actor, and singer and\\nprinter\\nSo I stick up the posters announce a New\\nLecture\\nI I I m one of the Crickets that sing in the Win-\\nft AS\\nM", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "fs\\ni^ n\\nThe Main-Hatch\\n4 M\\nA MINSTREL am I of a single lay,\\nBut I sing it the whole day long,\\nIn the lonely coop, on the crowded way,\\nI warble my simple song.\\nOnly an egg, with its pure white shell\\nThe sea has no pearl more fair\\nAnd over that spheroid my cackles I tell,\\nAnd my feat diurnal declare.\\n109\\n\\\\f ^1\\nm\\nr", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "The Main-Hatch\\nOh, a frail, weak thing is my ovate gem,\\nAs it Ues in my straw-Hned nest\\nBut it raketh the orator, stern and stem,\\nWhen it catcheth him on the crest.\\nThere is might in its weakness, for lo, when it\\ngoes\\nDown the long afternoon of its life\\nIt can easily lead a strong man by the nose,\\nWhen it mixeth itself in the strife.\\nI am no bravo the hawk that swoops\\nMust seek for me under the thatch;\\nYet in open field or in private coop\\nI always come up to the scratch.\\nSo my rondeau I cackle too young to crow\\nWhile the Fates may permit me to speak,\\nFor although my son never sets, yet I know\\nThat my days ma} be ended necks tweak.\\nI lO", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "tl\\nDogmatic Philosophy\\nI\\nMY faithful dog, his actions fairly talk\\nGamboled about me on our morning walk,\\nAnd being frivolous for he was young,\\nPursued, with flying feet and clamorous tongue.\\nThe circling birds that skimmed along the\\nground\\nAnd teased, with whistles shrill, the baying\\nhound\\nIll", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "Dogmatic Philosophy\\nHe snapped at flies, slow buzzing in the air,\\nAnd chased the chirping crickets here and there.\\nAt length, with sudden leap, in merry play,\\nHe caught a hornet, passing b\\\\ that way,\\nAnd let him go again, and moaned and sighed\\nAnd scraped his jaws upon the earth, and cried\\nAnd shouted Fire! as a dog might shout\\nAnd ran before the wind, and put about;\\nAnd shrieked and gnawed the trees and\\nsnapped and rolled\\nPanted and shivered, as with heat and cold y-\\nAnd would not frisk, nor laugh, nor bound, nor/^\\nAnd was not merry any more that day\\nAlas. said I, how many times ha\\\\-e I\\nCaught at some gauzy pleasure flitting by.\\nAnd thought but at this point we reached\\nthe spot\\nWhere all that hornet s family lived, and I for-\\nJust what I thought, and what I sought to say,\\nIn one wild, dog-like rush to get away.\\n112", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "s?j^\\nI\\nOrphan Born\\nT AM a lone, unfathered chick,\\nOf artificial hatching\\nA pilgrim in a desert wild,\\nBy happier, mothered chicks reviled,\\nFrom all relationships exiled,\\nTo do my own lone scratching.\\n113", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "Orphan Born\\nFair Science smiled upon my birth\\nOne raw and gusty morning;\\nBut ah, the sounds of barn-yard mirth\\nTo lonely me have little worth\\nAlone am I in all the earth\\nAn orphan without horning.\\nSeek I my mother? I would find\\nA heartless personator\\nA thing brass-feathered, man designs\\nW^ith steam-pipe arteries intermined.\\nAnd pulseless cotton batting lined\\nA patent incubator.\\nIt wearies me to think, you see\\nDeath would be better, rather\\nShould downy chicks be hatched of me\\nBy Fate s most pitiless decree,\\nMy p ping pullets still would be\\nWith never a grandfather.\\n14", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Orphan Born\\nAnd when to earth I bid adieu\\nTo seek a planet greater,\\nI will not do as others do,\\nWho fly to join the ancestral crew\\nFor I will just be gathered to\\nMy Incubator.\\nV\\n4 1 r\\ntJ\\nH.\\ntn .A/i i\u00c2\u00bb\\n115", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "A Cataracket\\nI LOVE. thee, cat; I love thy pleasant ways;\\nI love to see thee dozing round the house\\nI love, through all these dreamy summer days,\\nTo watch thee circumvent the bashful mouse.\\nI love to hear thy calm, contented purr,\\nAnd stroke th\\\\- coat so near, and yet so fur.\\nii6", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "A Cataracket\\nBut I love not, when starry night is come,\\nTo hear thee, cat, with velvet-padded hoof,\\nRapid as taps upon a muffled drum,\\nOr summer rain drops pattering on the roof.\\nFor, when thy claws slip from their velvet jacket,\\nThou art a wild Niagara-cat; a cat a racket.\\nGrimalkin When the radiant moonlight falls\\nIn silver splendor on the haunted shed,\\nOft must I listen to thy plaintive wauls\\nThat drive sweet sleep from my distracted bed\\nIt wakes mine ire to hear thy long-drawn shout\\nMaria! Oh, Maria! Comin out?\\nWhy dost thou rage, vain cat, when sable night\\nWith dewy freshness fills the silent air\\nWhy dost thou climb the roof to yell and fight.\\nAnd rip, and spit, and snort, and claw and\\nswear?\\nDost thou not blush, oh cat, when rosy dawn\\nSees half thy fur clawed out, and one eye gone?\\n117", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "A Cataracket\\nGo, gentle cat; go from my lap and prowl\\nUpon the dizzy woodshed s beetling height\\nOn lofty dormer window sit and howl\\nAnd everything that weareth cat-fur, fight;\\nAnd I will love thee none the less, for that,\\nBecause I would not have thee less a cat.\\nYet hear I When midnight pauses in the sky,\\nI will arise from sleepless couch of mine.\\nAnd guided by thine animated cry,\\nAnd by thine eyes so brilliantly that shine\\nI will take down my trusty culverin,\\nAnd with six pounds of buckshot fill thy skin.\\nii8", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Lines to a Mule\\nTHE smile of spring is blessing all the hills,\\nThe robin s note sounds from the shad-\\nowed vale\\nThe blue bird s matin all the morning fills,\\nThe brown leaves rustle in the greening trail\\nWhile thy insistent song with gladsome ring\\nWhoops o er the fields, a live, reboant thing.\\n119", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "Lines to a ^NIulc\\nFull well I know th carol man\\\\- a da\\\\-\\nI ve waked at dawn to hear thee cr\\\\- for feed.\\nAnd. startled b\\\\ thy sudden, clamorous bra}\\nHave execrated all thy patient breed\\nAnd I have wept to see thy restless hoof\\nLift a man through the raftered stable roof.\\nJjVet art thou kind. I never knew thee. mule.\\nKick man or Indian whom thou couldst not\\nreach\\nAnd thou hast learned in life s hard, friendless\\nschool\\nAhvay to practice better than }-ou preach\\nFor while, with drooping lids }*ou seem to sleep\\nStill do vour heels their tireless vigils keep.\\n1 20\\na\\niS", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Bucolics\\nAs 1 read\\nI hear the crowing cock, I hear the note\\nOf lark and linnet, and from every page\\nRise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.\\nLongfellow.\\n121\\nly\\nI\\nr fi", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "*9f7 5.^\\nThe Pierian Spring\\nDEAR, vernal flowers, they bloom again\\nLike echoes of old spring days gone,\\nAnd mossy hillside, shadowy glen\\nBreak out in beauty like the dawn.\\nThe plumy fern, the leaf and bud\\nBend neath the kisses of the breeze\\nAnd Spanish Mixture for the Blood\\nSmiles from the fences, rocks and trees.\\n123", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "The Pierian Spring\\nBalm-breathing Spring what tender hope\\nExhales from the awakening soil.\\nHow Bolus Anti-Bilious Dope\\nAnd Doctor Gastric s Blizzard Oil\\nBid fainting nature wake and smile,\\nFor all her beauties fill us less\\nWith thoughts of violets than with vile\\nRoot Cures for Chronic Biliousness.\\nIf to the wooded nook we stray\\nWhere every swelling germ is huge\\nWith life, each gray-browed rock will say\\nUse Philogaster s Vermifuge.\\nIf from these s}dvan bowers we fly,\\nWe fly, alas, to other ills;\\nThe farm-yard gates and barn-doors cry\\nTake Ginsengrooter s Liver Pills.\\nEach blue-eyed violet hides a Pill,\\nThere s scent of Rhubarb in the air;\\nRheumatic Plasters crown the hill\\nAnd Bitters blossom everywhere;\\n124\\n(Z.,...^\\nyiyybnW\\n(j/N S\u00c2\u00a3N xR 00 re R S\\nv\\\\ti/y\\nL-IVER P/Ul^S\\nK [1", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "The Pierian Spring\\nWith Ague Cures the eye is seared.\\nThe air is thick or thin, I meant\\nFor Nature s face and clothes are smeared\\nWith Universal Liniment.\\n^10\\n125", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "March\\nCOME, Phyllis, the reign of the winter is\\npast,\\nTis time for the earth to awaken;\\nThe sheep are all frozen in Spring s early blast\\nAnd the shepherd with ague is shaken.\\nThe ice on the river is eight inches thick,\\nBut the time of the Winter is over\\nWe can stroll to the stack-yard and nose round\\nthe rick\\nFor the perfume of last summer s clover.\\n126", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "March\\nThough the groundhog and crocus creep into\\ntheir holes\\nIt s Spring, and the almanac shows it;\\nThough a polar wave over the continent rolls\\nIt s Spring And we don t care who knows it\\n127", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "\\\\\\\\f f\\nw\\nI The Seedsman\\nHOW doth the bus}- nurser}-man\\nImprove each shining hour\\nAnd peddle cions, sprouts and seeds\\nOf every shrub and flower.\\nHow busily he wags his chin,\\nHow neat he spreads his store.\\nAnd sells us things that never grew\\nAnd won t grow an} more.\\n128", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "The Seedsman\\n^ho showed the Httle man the way\\nTo sell the women seed?\\nWho taught him how to blow and lie\\nAnd coax and beg and plead?\\nHe taught himself, the nurseryman\\nAnd when his day is done\\nWe ll plant him where the lank rag weeds\\nWill flutter in the sun.\\nBut oh, although we plant him deep\\nBeneath the buttercup,\\nHe s so much like the seed he sells,\\nHe never will come up.\\n129", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "In Time of Peace\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2a\u00c2\u00ab^\\nTHE pipe of the quail in the stubblefield\\nThe scent of the new-mown hay\\nAnd all day long the shout and the song\\nOf the reapers so far away.\\nThe rasping racket amid the grain,\\nThe clack of the reaping machine,\\nAnd ever again the howl of pain\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a25^\\nh\\nComes over the meadow green.\\n130\\n([1\\nfy", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "In Time of Peace\\nOh, sweet is the field where the meadow lark flits\\nAnd sings, as it soars and dives,\\nWhere the farm-hand sits and yells as he gits\\nHis fingers among the knives.\\nNo longer we hear on the hill-slopes near\\nThe scythe-stone s clinkety-clink,\\nBut the mowing machine cuts his leg off, I ween.\\nOr ever the man can think.\\nWith fears and with tears the good wife hears\\nThe goodman say Good-bye,\\nTo return in sooth with a horse-rake tooth\\nA foot and a half in his eye.\\nWhen the threshers come in with halloo and din,\\nHow tempered with sorrow the hour,\\nAs they linger to scan what is left of the man\\nMixed up with the eight-horse power.", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "In Time of Peace\\nOh, listen and weep f rom over the hills\\nWhat voice for the doctor begs?\\nTis the plough-boy who fell, and shocking to\\ntell.\\nThe steam-plough ran over his legs.\\nThus, all day long with rollicking song\\nThey laugh at these dread alarms,\\nThough the peaceful field a war-harvest yield\\nOf fingers, and legs, and arms.\\nM, i/\\nENVOI.\\nThen breathe a prayer for a poor old granger\\nWhose mangled limbs have borne him to the\\nfence.\\nWho braves, with royal courage, untold danger\\nAnd runs his farm with modern implements.\\n132", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "May Day\\nCOME, Pepita, Phyllis, Griselda, Jeannette,\\nEvangeline, Heloise, Fifine, Susette,\\nRebecca, Nan, Marguerite, Clara, Babette\\nOr whatever your name is\\nCome, get on your mackintosh, poncho, umbrell,\\nClogs, overshoes, pattens, gums, mufflers\\nas well.\\nAnd hey for the green woods I may as well\\ntell\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nA-Maying the game is.\\nXC 133", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "May Day\\nWe ll twine our May garlands beneath the green\\ntree,\\nWe ll make the swamp ring with our innocent\\nglee,\\nWe ll wade round our May-pole, light-hearted\\nand free,\\nWhere naught but delight is\\nThen homeward we ll dance, when the twilight\\nis come.\\nWith diphtheria, croup, and pneumonia dumb,\\nWith phthisis, lumbago and rheumatiz-zum\\nAnd peritonitis.", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "Rime of the Ancient Miller\\nIT is an Ancient Miller,\\nAnd he stoppeth two or three\\nBy thy mild blue eye and thy floury coat\\nNow wherefore stopp st thou me?\\nThe Christmas turkey fast doth brown,\\nThe revels soon begin\\n*T have a note falls due in town\\nAnd I must lift it in\\nAnd I am fain to catch a train,\\nSo I must run like sin.\\n135\\nThe Ancient Mil-\\nler meeteth three\\nmen in a great hur-\\nry, and stoppeth\\nthem to take a\\nvote.\\ni", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "Rime of the Ancient Miller\\nHe shooteth off his He holds them with his meal hand\\nlittle joke, at which 111\\nA grinding face hath he\\nI wist thou wilt list unto my grist,\\nWhen I have tolled it thee.\\nhis audience shed\\ntears, idle tears.\\nHe chuckled hoarsely at his jest,\\nAnd sadly out of tram,\\nEach halted guest, with pain suppressed\\nAn overf ailing dam.\\nThe audience keep-\\neth up a lively\\nthinkin\\nHis glittering cock-eye held them fast,\\nWhenas his tale he spake\\nHe s out of balance, first and last.\\nQuoth they, just hear him grate.\\nBut the A. M. let-\\nteth himself go\\nGallagher.\\nI am an Ancient Miller Man,\\nAnd every hundred years\\nMy bedstone cold I leave to hold\\nConverse with mortal ears.\\nThe smell is sweet of growing wheat,\\nWhen dimpling fields I see;\\nAnd the lark s song the hills along\\nIs psalm of praise to me\\n136", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "Rime of the Ancient Miller\\nThe sound of the\\njolly thresher is\\nnever muffled.\\nThe swaying reapers bend and sing\\nAmid the golden grain\\nI hear their songs who toil in throngs\\nAround the harvest wain\\nThe quail s low whistle softly calls\\nAbove the stubbled plain\\nWith royal nod the golden rod\\nApproves the sumac s stain;\\nI hear once more on puncheon floor\\nThe hard flail s muflled sound,\\nThe mirthful roar that tells once more\\nThe threshers are around\\nThe fl} ing chaff and lighter laugh\\nGo drifting down the wind\\nBut golden wheat and love-words sweet Come off!\\nThe best is left behind.\\nDown the long slope, sunlit with hope.\\nThe croaking wain draws near,\\nAnd the clacking mill and the singing rill whoa, y\\nAre the music sweet I hear.\\n137\\nHe droppeth into a\\nreminiscent strain,\\nwhich is great medi-\\ncine for a man who\\nenjoyeth the sound\\nof his own voice.\\nBully for the quail", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "Rime of the Ancient Miller\\nHe getteth his sec- Ovcr the low half-door I see\\nond wind, and\u00e2\u0080\u0094 -n i U^ 1\\nThe miller s daughter lean\\nIn sun and shade the sweetest maid\\nBy mortal vision seen.\\nDescribeth a truly The good, gray miller who bends to kiss\\ngood man with no\\nflies on him. The maid as he goes b\\\\%\\nWith honor s trace on his manly face,\\nAnd honesty in his eye,\\nWho doth proudly wear his silver hair,\\n;;Yi,l llllA crown of integritee\\nThat all may say, who pass his w^ay,\\nA man of men is he\\n^10^ c Is as like to the man our eyes now scan\\nAs a man to himself can be.\\nXo encore. ^j-j(^ ^\\\\^q miller bowcd to the silent crowd\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDid you say rats? quoth he.\\nThe A. M. cusseth\\nand eke he swear-\\nerh.\\nOdds boddikins Y gum I Gogswouns\\nFore gad! Ah, well-a-day\\nMarry come up I fackins Zounds!\\nGadzooks Alack-a-day\\n138", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "Rime of the Ancient Miller\\nThe bolted flour, like snow-cloud flake, He teiieth how his\\nmother used to could\\nFell down as soft and fair bake bread (Ting\\nThe wheaten cake the maids did bake\\nWas lighter than the air\\nAnd the new-made bread, the good man\\nsaid,\\nWas soothing as a prayer.\\nFrom Boston town of great renown.\\nAnd wondrous bookerie,\\nA maid mature, of aspect dure.\\nWent teaching cookerie.\\nThe cooking school\\nwoman breaks out.\\nDown dropped the pan, the sifter And all the women\\nJ leave the reserva-\\n^l OPPed tion, and\\nDown fell the kneading trough;\\nThe broom down dropt, all work was stopt.\\nAnd all the women off.\\nFrom house about, with laugh and shout, Take the war path,\\nwhile the braves\\nThey cooked from morn to night, stay at home\\nWhile men stood hungrily without.\\nAnd could not get a bite.\\n139", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "CM V\\nI\\nRime of the Ancient Miller\\nAnd chew the cud Aloiie, alonc, all, all alone,\\nof bitter memories i\\nand prospect for To hunger gaunt consigned,\\ngrub.\\nThe men made moan and stayed at home,\\nAnd ate what they could find.\\nBut hope deferred They breakfasted upon a sigh,\\nmaketh them tired. r r i\\nAnd gnawed at crusts of bread,\\nSeiah! ^^i^^ Whiles in the kneading trough so dry\\ntir yi Salt-rising tears the} shed.\\nWhen from the school the women came-\\nOh, horrible to tell\\nWhen the women\\ncome marching\\nhome again, they\\nhave learned to |^g ^^.j^q would cat their proffered treat\\nBade health and joy farewell\\nPut the in-curves The good, wliitc flour the miller made-\\non the French twist, -r- r i r i i\\nand to make Fit food for gods and men\\nAmbrosial bran no human man\\nWould ever bolt again.\\n140", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "r::ri\\nRime of the Ancient Miller\\nThe biscuit which his sister cooks,\\nAlong with other things,\\nThe schoolboy packs in with his books\\nAnd slings them from his slings.\\nHard finish biscuit,\\ndurable and usefnl,\\nBride cake, besides, wrought b} the\\nbrides.\\nHalf tanned and wire-sewed\\nThe supervisor oft provides\\nFor mending of the road.\\nLikewise the fa-\\nmous waterproof\\nelastic, hand-made\\nangel cake, that\\nOh, friend of mine, that was a time\\nThat tried the soles of men.\\nTheir swollen throats and stomachs coats\\nWere tried by leather, then.\\nBeats the Dutch,\\nand everybody\\nknows whom the\\nDutch beat.\\nOh, sweeter far in those dark days,\\nTo quiet hunger s wants.\\nIt was to take my reckless ways\\nTo Chinese restaurants.\\nIn his misery he\\njoineth himself un-\\nto the pagan hea-\\nthen: and\\nV\\n141", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "Can not understand\\nwhat the heathen\\nhave to rage about.\\nRime of the Ancient Miller\\nOh, sweeter far to eat a rat\\nBy some more Christian name,\\nThan swallow lead disguised as bread,\\nAnd perish just the same.\\nHe exonerateth the\\nhonest miller but\\nexcommunicateth\\nthe wimmin.\\nTn vain the honest miller grinds\\nThe finest kind of flour,\\nIf wives and daughters have combined\\nTo bake it sad and sour.\\nHe passeth from\\nnarrative to sermon\\nand so\\nHe loveth best you know the rest-\\nWhose wife, so fond and true.\\nGoes clear up head by baking bread\\nAs his mother used to do.\\nReacheth Final- He Hveth best, whose wife cooks best,\\nly and the moral.\\nAll things, both great and small;\\nFor the man who eateth them with zest\\nLoves cook, and grub, and all.\\n142", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "Rime of the Ancient Miller\\nThe Miller Man, he checks a sigh,\\nHe swalloweth a moan\\nHe clasps his hand upon his belt,\\nAnd, with a muffled groan.\\nHe fadeth quite from out their sight\\nAnd they are left alone.\\nThe Ancient Miller\\nretireth to his cold\\nbedstone to conceal\\nhis emotion, and\\nthe audience\\nThe dinner s cold, the train hath gone,\\nThe note hath cooked his goose\\nWith one acclaim the guests exclaim\\nThat fellow s bush is loose.\\nBeing left, vote the\\nlecturer a little off.\\n143", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Tempered Levity\\nJoking decides great things\\nStronglier and better oft than earnest can.\\nHorace.\\n145", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Old Wine in New Bottles\\nPROM the Book of Judges as I read\\nMake me a sling, wee Robbie said,\\nLike those you were reading about in there,\\nThat hit the mark to the breadth of a hair.\\nAnd make another for Richard, too,\\nAnd we ll sling as the Benjamites used to do;\\nAnd make another that Baby can twirl\\nA little one, mind she s only a girl.\\n147", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "Old Wine in New Bottles\\nQ\\nQ\\nSo I made them slings like unto those\\nWhich Benjamin used against his foes\\nMay the songs of victor} tune your breath\\nLike the slingers who smote Kir-haraseth I\\nI smiled as I heard the exultant cry\\nOf the singing sHngers marching b}\\nI smiled in time, oh, fooHsh man!\\nFor I smiled no more when the light began.\\nThe pebbles crashed through the window pane,\\nThey rattled down on the roof like rain\\nThey pelted poor Sport clear out of the play,\\nAnd battered the Rector}-, over the way.\\nThe air was thick with the flying stones,\\nAnd vocal with shouts, and wails and groans;\\nFor the people who looked and the people who\\nran\\nWere peppered alike by the infantr} clan.", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Old Wine in New Bottles\\nRichard and Robert, the two mighty men,\\nWere slinging six ways for Sunday but then\\nBaby was weeping the sweet little maid\\nFor she slung-shot herself in the shoulder-blade\\nThen I knevv that no right-handed person can\\nbring\\nOld Benjamin s left-handed skill to a sling;\\nFor the left-handed aim of a right-handed man\\nDistracts a projectile as nothing else can.\\nAnd the world suffers much, in a similar way,\\nFrom well-meaning men in their serious play;\\nNaught scatters dismay through his own camp\\nand clan\\nLike the left-handed sling of a right-handed\\nman.\\nm\\n149", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "^m\\nSisyphus\\nJ\\nOY of the Spring time How the sun\\nSmiled on the hills of Burlington.\\nThe breath of May! And the day was fair,\\nThe bright motes danced in the balmy air.\\nThe sunlight gleamed where the restless breeze\\nKissed the fragrant blooms on the apple trees.\\nHis beardless cheek with a smile was spanned\\nAs he stood with a carriage-whip in his hand.", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "j^\\\\ f Sisyphus\\n^-rr J\\nLightly he laughed as he doffed his coat\\nAnd the echoing folds of the carpet smote.\\nShe smiled as she leaned on her busy mop,\\nAnd said she would tell him when to stop.\\nSo he larruped away till the dinner bell\\nGave him a little breathing spell.\\nBut he sighed when the tard} clock struck one,\\nAnd she said that his carpet was most half done.\\nYet he lovingly put in his liveliest licks.\\nAnd whipped like mad until half-past six.\\nWhen she said, in a dubious kind of wa)\\nThat she guessed he could finish that side next\\nday.\\nThen all that dav, and the next day, too, xrxnx\\nThe fuzz from the dustless carpet flew. A\\nAnd she d give it a look at eventide, f\\nAnd say, Now whip on the other side.\\n151", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0167.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "Sisyphus\\nSo the new days came as the old da)-s went.\\nAnd the landlord came for his regular rent.\\nWhile the neighbors laughed at the whup-zip-\\nboom I\\nAnd his face grew shadowed with clouds of\\ngloom.\\nTill at last, one dreary winter day,\\nSpurning his life-work, he fled away.\\nOver the fence and down the street,\\nOut into the Yon with footsteps fleet.\\nAnd never again did the morning sun\\nSmile on him beating his carpet drum.\\nThough sometimes a neighbor would say with a\\nyawn\\nWhere has the carpet martyr gone?\\nYears t^vice twenty had come and passed\\nAnd the carpet mouldered in sun and blast\\nIt2", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0168.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Sisyphus\\nFor never yet since that May grown old\\nHad hand been laid on its edge or fold.\\nOver the fence a gray-haired man,\\nCautiously dim, clum, clem, dome, clam;\\nHe found him a switch in the old woodpile\\nAnd he gathered it up with a sad, grim smile.\\nA flush passed over his face forlorn,\\nAs he gazed at the carpet, stained and torn.\\nThen he struck it a most resounding thwack.\\nTill the startled air gave its echoes back.\\nOut of the window a white face leaned,\\nWhile a palsied hand the dim eyes screened.\\nAt once she knew him she gasped she\\nsighed\\nA little more on the under side!\\nRight down on the ground his stick he throwed,\\nHe shivered, and muttered Well, I am\\nblowed!\\nThen he turned him away with a heart full sore,\\nAnd he never was seen, not none, no more.\\n153", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0169.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "t-\\nSic Transit\\n^^/^^H, listen to the water-wheel through all\\nthe live-long day\\nYour salar\\\\- for work will stop when }-ou begin\\nto play\\nfellow at the ladder s top to him the hon-\\nI\\nors go,\\nThe beginner at the bottom, nobody cares to\\nknow\\n154", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0170.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "Sic Transit\\nNo good is any Has Been, in countn- or in\\ntown\\nNobody cares how high you ve been, if you\\nhave tumbled down.\\nIf you have been the President, and can t be\\nany more,\\nYou may run a farm, or teach a school, or keep\\na country store\\nNo one will ask about you you never will be\\nmissed\\nThe mill will only grind for you while you sup-\\nply the grist.\\n^^^^V\\n|ilwi ]|m\\n155", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0171.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "^r\\ni ^x *fe? y.\\nBravest of the Brave\\nI SEE no more the gray an blue\\nAt I seed in the war I fit into;\\nBut I read in the papers now an then.\\nThey re iitin it still weth the cold steel pen\\nI read the pieces, an often think\\nIn all this eefusion of gallant ink,\\nHow ever one of em jest leaves out\\nThe name of the bravest man at fout.\\n156", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0172.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "Bravest of the Brave\\nThere s fellers a writin about the war\\nAt nobody ever knowed before;\\nAn never a word, 0u understand,\\nBout Corp l Alexander Rand.\\nIn ever paper, west an east,\\nThem writes the most at fit the least;\\nBut they was cheers an carnage when\\nBrave Corp l Rand led on his men.\\nWhen Grant was in that awful mess\\nA fightin in the wilderness,\\nSays Meade, Who bears the batde s heft?\\nSays Grant, It s Rand, at holds the left.\\nWhen Rebeldom was out o j int,\\nAn Lincoln come from City P int,\\nWell, well! says he, weth honest joy,\\nThere s Corp l Rand, of Eelinoy\\n157", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0173.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "Bravest of the Brave\\nAn yit I ain t, ner }-ou ain t seen\\nHis pictur in a magazine;\\nThe bravest man at ever drored\\nIn Freedom s cause a soldier s sword\\nThe keenest, sHckest, bravest man\\nTo plan er execute a plan\\nEf long as time his fame don t stand,\\nMy name ain t Alexander Rand I\\n1^8", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0174.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "The Odd I See\\nWHAT time Ulysses, In the frosty morn,\\nPrepares to face the bleak November\\nstorm.\\nHis well-saved winter garmenture he seeks\\nAnd in each closet s dark recess he peeks.\\nEheu, cries he, my ulster is not here,\\nNor in their place my heavy boots appear\\nMy sealskin cap, when I would put it on.\\nFrom its accustomed peg is surely gone.\\nI see no scarf by Venus and her loves\\nSome son of Mercury hath swiped my gloves\\n159", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0175.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "The Odd I See\\nMehercule who s got my chest-protector?\\nI m cleaned out b} some vile old-clothes col-\\nlector I\\nWith that he ripped, and roared, and fumed and\\nswar,\\nWhile all his household looked on from afar.\\nTo him at length, with grieving, downcast eyes,\\nFaithful Penelope, distracted, cries:\\nUh sses, peace I Such actions more become\\nA Trojan steeped in old New England rum.\\nWh} wag th} tongue in neither rhyme nor\\nreason\\nFor things that are so useless out of season?\\nWhy should a storm-coat cumber up the wall\\nWhen August sun-rays fiercely on us fall?\\nWh} should th} winter boots impede our wa}\\nWhen summer sun-strokes hold their fatal sway?\\nGo to when April s da} s were growing long\\nA plaster-paris peddler came along\\nQuick for his wares I changed each winter robe,\\n^j^T^And sent him burdened down the dusty road.\\niniicil^v\\n60\\nE3MEmm", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0176.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "The Odd I See\\nMethinks, forsooth, thy senseless rant 11 cease,\\nWhen thou behold st our plastered mantel-\\npiece.\\nHe views the mantel; on his knotted face,\\nFrowns scatter smiles, and smiles the dark frowns\\nchase.\\nHe pauses for a space, then sits him down\\nAnd makes him ready for a trip down town.\\nFirst pulls, goloshal screens from slush and sleet,\\nTwo plaster-paris kittens on his feet.\\nAround his neck, with cotton thread he ties\\nA snow-white angel with the bluest eyes\\nNapoleon, with his crossed arms firmly pressed,\\nHe binds upon his cough-affected chest;\\nTwo jet black dogs with gilded collar bands\\nHe draws for gauntlets on his sinewy hands\\nLast, a Fan-legged, rampant billy goat\\nSwings o er his shoulders for an overcoat.\\nLoud laugh the gods, as down the street he\\nstrides,\\nAnd e en Penelope his style derides.\\ni6i", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0177.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "The Putty Man\\nY\\nOU may reason with a fool till his muddled\\nbrain grows clear,\\nYou may teach an idiot to think if \\\\-ou will per-\\nsevere\\nBut all the wisdom, all the patience, ever learned\\nor planned\\nCan t teach a lesson to the man who will not\\nunderstand.\\n162", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0178.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "The Putty Man\\nYou can teach a pig the alphabet; I reckon, if\\nyou try,\\nA parrot may be taught to read a man may\\nlearn to fly;\\nIt s possible that men may learn to twist a rope\\nof sand,\\nBut the angels couldn t teach the man who will\\nnot understand.\\nSome patient men have trained the restless winds\\nto tow our ships\\nThe deaf man hears you talking by the motion\\nof your lips\\nAnd men have broken flees to harness worked\\nthem four in hand\\nBut omniscience can not train the man who will\\nnot understand.\\nThe spiders teach us how to put up screens\\nagainst the flies,\\nAnd blind men teach their teachers how to see\\nwithout their eyes\\n163", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0179.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "The Putty Man\\nEach Hving thing in all the world has answered\\nsome demand\\nExcept the man who doesn t want to learn to\\nunderstand.\\nThe granite rock will shatter at the one and hun-\\ndredth blow;\\nThe April sun will smile away the mountain drift\\nof snow\\nThe lightning s bolt will split in t\\\\vain the tough-\\nest oak on land,\\nBut nothing shakes the putty man who will not\\nunderstand.\\nFrom cold and sullen flint the steel can waken\\nsparks of fire,\\nBright Freedom s torch the slave s dumb soul\\nwith courage will inspire\\nThe miser throws away his gold at Duty s stern\\ncommand,\\nBut nothing thrills the man of dough, who will\\nnot understand.\\n164", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0180.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "The Putty Man\\nHe s there, just where he s always been, and\\nthere he s going to stay\\nThrough time and half eternity, forever and a\\nday;\\nHe will not throb, nor quiver, nor thrill, nor\\nstand, nor fall.\\nNor run, nor fly, nor laugh, nor cry; he s putty,\\nthat is all.\\nI reckon when at last old Time has run his long,\\nlong race,\\nAnd the Universe goes crashing off in endless,\\nstarless space\\nThere s just one thing that won t be in the trans-\\nformation grand\\nThe putty man he ll see it all, but will not un-\\nderstand.", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0181.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "On the Coast of Man\\nW l\\nY little bo\\\\-, with voice and eyes\\nures me with boyish plea and boast\\nTo where the snow clad hills arise\\nAnd reckless urchins swiftly coast.\\nWhy not? x-\\\\gain I am a boy\\nI am his brother, not his sire;\\nHis steel shod sled our common toy,\\nHis callow pleasures my desire.\\n1 66\\nc~^", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0182.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "On the Coast of Man\\nDown glacial slopes, with merry cheers,\\nWe sweep, as swallows skim the shore;\\nI throw away full thirty years\\nAnd I am ten again; no more.\\nMy youthful pride comes back to me\\nMy boyhood s skill and courage, too;\\nI bid the Prince stand back and see\\nThe way his father used to do.\\nAlone I climb the highest hill\\nI poise the sled upon its brow\\nIn wonder lost the Prince stands still.\\nAnd starts, to hear my warning Now!\\nSwifter than winged thought I fly,\\nBut when my flight is half-way through,\\nA thank-you-marm lifts me on high\\nInto the air a mile or two.\\nAnd down that dizzy, reeling track\\nLike twenty men and sleds I go\\nWhile up my legs and down by back\\nPacks fifteen thousand pounds of snow.\\n167", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0183.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "On the Coast of Man\\nI crawl out to the light again\\nAnd feebly share the Prince s fun;\\nWhile something tells my whirling brain\\nThat I am reall\\\\ fort}^-one.\\nAnd so I say, so late tis grown\\nThat I must hurry home to tea\\nWhile Robbie, coasting doAvn alone,\\nShouts Fraid cat I fraid cat! after me.\\ni6S", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0184.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "f?\\ny\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2t\\\\\\nThe Private s Glory\\nSWEET little Major, he mounts my knee,\\nAnd the dancing blue eyes look at me\\nPlease tell me, Popsie, just once more,\\nWhat did you do when you went to war?\\nAnd then I tell of the autumn day\\nWhen the Forty-seventh marched away;\\nHow Miles at Corinth field went down.\\nAnd Cromwell fell at Jackson town.\\ni6q", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0185.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "The Private s Glory\\n..,m\\nBut how many rebels, tell me true,\\nDid you kill then, and the whole war through? |l\\nAnd I tell him how, with martial zest,\\nJoe Reed blew up a limber chest.\\nBut the Major sticks to his question still\\nHow many rebels did you kill?\\nSo I tell him how, near set of sun,\\nThe charge was made and the battle won.\\nAnd how, the day McClure was shot,\\nAnd Vicksburg s fight was fierce and hot,\\nBrave Sam Law took C company in\\nThrough flame and smoke and batteries din.\\nHow over our heads the battle broke\\nWith hurtling shell and saber stroke\\nBut he wanted to know, the little elf,\\nHow many men did you kill }Ourself?\\nSay, tell me, Popsie, sa\\\\ ou will\\nHow many rebels did you kill?\\nSo I tell him the truth, as near as may be.\\nAs many of them as they did of me.\\n170", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0186.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "d\\nDon t Fret\\nT ONCE knew a woman and her face would be\\na-bloomin\\nTill yet;\\nBut whate er the fates would do, man, in a way\\nmost inhuman\\nShe d fret.\\nIf her husband stayed away longer than a half\\na day,\\nNo matter what the messenger he sent to her\\nmight say,\\nIf her children disappeared a minute, romping\\nat their play-\\nShe d fret.\\n171\\n,.Wl|i\\nIrti", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0187.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "Don t Fret\\nIf a storm came up and thundered, then she\\nworried and she wondered\\nYou bet I\\nAnd if only once you blundered she would put\\nit down a hundred\\nAnd fret.\\nShe fretted and she stewed o er the microbes in\\nher food,\\nO er the innocent bacillus in her system she\\nwould brood,\\nShe would magnify her troubles to their great-\\nest magnitude\\nAnd fret.\\nEvery day without a-trying she would come so\\nnear a-dying\\nShe d fret;\\nBut she d come to life a-cr\\\\-ing, and go on with\\nher sighing\\nAnd fret.\\nTill along one day came Death, and he took\\n*away her breath\\nf, I Having nothing left to fret with was the reason\\nyTO for her death.\\nf So they nailed her in her cofBn. and the stone\\n/iy HI y^ above her saith.\\nWimm Don t fret.\\niff! n m", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0188.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "James Whitcomb Riley\\n(WETHOUT ARY APOLOGY)\\nI GOT to thinkin of him as sometimes a fel-\\nler will\\nAn the night he give a lecture to the folks in\\nShelbyville,\\nAn we set up til daylight, as them lecterers\\nsometimes do\\nA-talkin of a hundred things that mightn t\\nint rest you\\n173", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0189.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "James Whitcomb Rile}^\\n,v fii-^ J- iiiind the things he rattled off, that night, in\\nbo} ish glee,\\nA Recitations he recited to an audience of me\\nHow I laughed ontil the landlord come an ast\\nus to be still\\nSo I got to thinkin of him, an that night at\\nShelbyville.\\nThen he d kindo quit his nonsense, an we d\\nsettle down a spell,\\nTell Jim ud turn upon me an begin agin\\nD ev tell\\nBout the time I went to Franklin fer the Baptist\\ncollege folks?\\nAn I d stretch m} mouth acrost my face all\\nready fer the jokes\\nBut he d branch off in a story bout the Merry\\nWorkers band,\\nThet, onless you knowed the Workers, you\\nc d hardly understand;\\n174", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0190.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "James Whitcomb Riley\\nI c d hear myself a swallerin the room ud\\nseem so still\\nSo I got to thinkin of him, an that night at\\nShelby ville.\\nll I got to thinkin of him like twas jest a year\\nPj ago-\\nIfjl Fer time, that flies so fast in dreams, in alma-\\n--^\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^a4 X nacs is slow\\n^r\\nand\\nHe was workin like a beaver, lectur n here\\nf/n lectur n there,\\n1 ((IW An a writin on the railroad cars, in taverns\\never where\\nPrintin poems in the papers, speakin pieces at\\nthe fairs\\nAn him an me a travelin now an then around\\nin pairs\\nAn he seemed to think at he was no account\\nat all but still\\nI got to thinkin of him, an that night at Shel-\\nby ville.\\n175", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0191.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "James Whitcomb Rilev\\nW^l^;\\\\-^^I got to thinkin of him an the happy Days\\nV Gone By,\\nTell the sweet Old Fashioned Roses seemed\\nto bloom agin an die;\\nI hear him talk agin about My Bride that Is to\\nBe,\\nWhen he come to Griggsby Station jest to\\nhave a night with me\\nI can see him settin down agin to give the\\nPrince a rock,\\nWhen The Frost was on the Pumpkin and the\\nFodder in the Shock;\\nAn I hear a laughin voice I loved, with music\\nin its trill\\nSo I got to thinkin of him an that night at\\nShelby ville.\\nAn* I set an wonder, sometimes, if I know jest\\nwhat it means,\\nWhen I see em print his poetry in all the mag-\\nazines\\n176", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0192.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "James Whitcomb Riley\\nAn I see him on the platform with the James\\nand Howells set,\\nAn hear the people sayin He s the best one\\nof em yet!\\nAn I keep a winkin back the tears that make\\nmy fool eyes shine,\\nFer I couldn t feel no prouder ef he d ben a\\nboy of mine\\nFer he s jest the same old Riley, an he ll be\\nthe same Jim still\\nAt he was the night at him an me set up at\\nShelbyville\\n^77", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0193.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "WHAT time the winter sun is low,\\nWhen floods are high and trains are slow,\\nWith joy each glad committee-man\\nThe lecturer s half-gfuessed features scan.\\nFor joy sets all their hearts a-flame\\nThey re glad he s come; he s glad he came;\\nIt makes a w^aiting audience glum\\nTo be informed He didn t come.\\n2_2 1/-8", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0194.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "Finis\\nAnd when, the dreary lecture o er,\\nThey settle down for chat once more.\\nFirst from their questioning lips he ll hear\\nAnd now, where do you go from here?\\nSo much depends on that, you know,\\nWhether to club or bed he ll go;\\nTheir plans depend on so they say\\nHow far his next place is away.\\nThe new born friendships, pleasant chat,\\nSong, jest and story, and all that\\nAre long or short, as may appear\\nHis answer Where d ye go from here?\\nWhere do you go from here, good friend?\\nWhen does our meeting have an end?\\nHail and farewell Your love is dear\\nBut say, Where do you go from here?\\nSay, when the next place greets you fair,\\nWill you hear our voices calling there?\\nWill you think of us, be it far or near,\\nIn the place you re going to from here?\\n179", "height": "3648", "width": "2274", "jp2-path": "smilesyokedwiths00burd_0195.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "Finis\\nAnd so. some day, when the sun is low.\\nAnd the trains of Time, as the schedules go,\\nAre slowing up to the station gate,\\nAnd the clock hands point to the hour of Fate\\nWhen the scents of the evening damps arise\\nAnd the stars come out in the tranquil skies,\\nWhen the engine bell rings soft and slow\\nAnd the trainmen silentlv come and q-q\\nWhen the jest and laughter that lived with him\\nAre hushed in the station 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