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by Butler, Ellis Parker
...rk Twain
Heard him down to Pleasant Plain;
Funny? Yes, I guess so. Folks
Seemed to laugh loud at his jokes—
Laughed to beat the band; but I
Couldn’t rightly make out why.
Guess his humor ain’t refined.
Quite enough to suit my mind.
Mark’s all right—right clever speaker—
But he can’t touch Jabed Meeker;
And one thing that makes it *****
Is that Jabed lives right here.

You ain’t met him? Son, you’ve missed
The most funniest humorist
I’ve met with in my born...Read More

by Paterson, Andrew Barton
And some that ride the horse's neck, and some ride underneath. 
But all the finest horsemen out -- the men to Beat the Band -- 
You'll find amongst the crowd that ride their races in the Stand. 
They'll say "He had the race in hand, and lost it in the straight." 
They'll know how Godby came too soon, and Barden came too late 

They'll say Chevalley lost his nerve, and Regan lost his head; 
They'll tell how one was "livened up" and something else was "dead...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...Fat lady, in your four-wheeled chair,
 Dolled up to beat the band,
At me you arrogantly stare
 With gold lorgnette in hand.
Oh how you differ from the dame
 So shabby, gaunt and grey,
With legs rheumatically lame,
 Who steers you on your way.

Nay, jewelled lady, look not back
 Lest you should be disturbed
To see the skinny hag in black
 Who boosts you up the curb.
Of course I know you get her ...Read More

by Service, Robert William
...uldn't figure much on him.
He'd have a thinking job on hand,
And on the rocking-chair he'd sit,
And think and think to beat the band,
And snap his galusus and spit.

We kids regarded him with awe -
His beard browned by tobacco stains,
His hayseed had of faded straw
The covered such a bunch of brains.
When some big problem claimed his mind
He'd wrestle with it for a fall;
But some solution he would find,
To be on hand for supper call.

A mute, inglorious Einste...Read More

by Service, Robert William
 A callow lad was I;
I donned my Sunday clothes,
 I wore my Old School Tie.
Awaiting me Louise
 Was dolled to beat the band,
So going on my knees
 I begged her hand.

Oh yes, she gave me her hand,--
 A box upon the ear;
I could not understand,
 I blinked away a tear.
Then scornfully she said:
 'Next time you kneel before
A maid, young man don't spread
 Your hankey on the floor.'

So next time I proposed,
 Thinks I, I'll treat 'em rough.
Her name w...Read More

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