GRANDFATHER'S NINE. 



Show us the team that with bat or ball, 

 Can match this nine on the old stone wall; 

 For when they bawl, in wrath or pain, 

 The Heavens above are rent in twain; 

 And when they bat, base acts are done, 



'Tis then they make a swift home run; 



One summer day, beneath a hill, 



Once in their lives they all sat still; 



They all sat still and in a line, 



Now aren't they sweet, Grandfather's nine! 



JUVENILE PHILOSOPHY. 



E. A. BRININSTOOL. 



Some fellers likes to play base 

 'N some likes foot ball, too, 

 'N some thinks marbles better yet, 

 ('N plays fer keeps, they do). 



ball, 



But where they's any fun in them 

 Is more'n I kin see 

 Fer Buff'lo Bill 'nd cowboys 

 Is good 'nough fer me. 



I druther hev a great big gun, 



'N a big six-shooter, too, 



'N lasso dogs 'nd hear 'em yell, 



'At's what I like to do! 



My mamma thinks I'm orful bad, 



'N says she fails to see 



Why Buff'lo Bill 'nd cowboys, 



Is good 'nough fer me. 



But then, my ma she aint a boy 



So how is she to know, 



Fer if she was I bet she'd guess 



The reason I think so. 



She never read no Dan'l Boone 



Er Injuns shot out West, 



Er else she'd see why Buff'lo Bill 



'N cowboys is the best. 



I like to put a target up 

 'N hit the bull's-eye — so — 

 My uncle says I can't be beat, 

 I guess he ought to know! 

 I'm glad I ain't no tenderfoot, 

 I'd heap sight ruther be 

 With Buff'lo Bill 'nd cowboys; 

 They're good 'nough fer me! 



