A RANCHMAN'S RECOLLECTIONS 



A NEW YEAR'S THOUGHT. 



A moan and the old year passes away; 



A smile and the new one is born ; 

 A world of hope for the coming day, 



And a sigh for the one that is gone. 



Here's a cup of joy for every home, 



With hearts full of happy love; 

 Another glass for those who roam. 



And a blessing for all from above. 



Here's a word of regard and memories kind 



For our patrons far and near: 

 A voice of thanks on every wind. 



And for all a Happy New Year. 



The reply follows: 



A NEW YEAR'S THOUGHT. 

 (After the Kansas City Bard.) 



A grunt and the old hog passes away, 

 And along on the hooks he's borne, 



And it's sausage he'll be on the coming day, 

 And hams and sides and brawn. 



Here's a pail of lard for every home. 



And a kit of pickled feet, 

 And regular tripe or honeycomb 



And a thousand things to eat. 



Here's our business card and wholesale list 



For our patrons far and near: 

 Don't go to Missouri to get your grist — 



You can buy it cheaper here. 



— The Sweet Singer of the Chicago Stock Yards. 



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