“Pretty old for work, I am!
Though I used to till my ground
In good shape as any one—
Now, I only putter ’round.
Way I used to swing a scythe
Was a caution, tell you, though!
Down my acre any day—
But I’m gettin’ old and slow.
Still, I keep the burdocks out,
And the grapevines up and trim;
And this great-grandson of mine—
Takes my time a-watchin’ him.
He’s the cutest little chap,
Like his Grandpap, and his dad—
And that boy of mine I lost
When he was an eight-year’s lad!
I make out to split the wood,
Like this—little at a time.
There’s that baby, top the gate!
Beats all, how the feller’ll climb!
“Here, let’s stay with Grandpa now;
Build a cob house on the ground,”
“Keeps me pretty busy?” Yes,
Guess it does, a-putterin’ ’round!”
[Illustration: _Should the Publicity Bill Pass?_
“_There should be a law passed to absolutely forbid corporation gifts to
political parties_”—_President’s Message_
_Kemble, in Collier’s Weekly_]
[Illustration: _That’s the Question_
_The Investigated_—“_What we want to know is, who’s going to investigate
Congress?_”
_Bart., in Minneapolis Journal_]
[Illustration: _Educational Department_]
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