RECREATION. 



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CHRISTMAS AT LONE RANCH. 



NIKON WATERMAN, IN L. A. W, BULLETIN. 



Christmastime is Christmastime, no matter 

 where you be, 



Er what the circumstances is. It always 

 'pears to me 



To sort o' meller up your heart an' make 

 you feel as though 



You'd like to give a thousand joys to every- 

 one you know. 



An', more'n that, you want to ask the stran- 

 ger in to sup 



The best you have to offer an' to take the 

 second cup ; 



You hain't got ary enemy but what, with 

 Christmas here, 



You sort o' soften to him till you love him 

 — purty near. 



An' way out here at old Lone Ranch a pack 



o' hungry boys 

 Will gather 'round the Christmas board an' 



taste o' Christinas joys. 

 We hain't got all the fixin's that the folks 



have in the States, 

 But we're goin' to have the best o' grub to 



fill our old tin plates. 

 Fer, you see, I've done the cookin' an' the 



bakin' fer the feast- - 

 I learned how from a feller who had trav- 

 eled through the East — 

 An' they ain't a cowboy ennywhere but 



what my truck will suit ; 

 Er, if there is, I've never chanced to meet 



the blamed galoot. 



We hain't got ary turkey, an' I s'pose some 



folks 'd say 

 That that deficiency would mar the spread 



we'll have to-day. 

 But them as makes that statement, it is 



mighty plain to see, 

 Hain't never et jack rabbit served as rabbit 



ort to be. 

 You take a young and juicy jack and fill his 



tender hide 

 With things to tease your tongue and serve 



with brandy on the side, 

 An' enny locoed maverick that says it ain't 



all right, 

 Had ort to git a doctor fer to fix his appe- 

 tite. 



An* when the boys is seated, each in his 



appointed place, 

 An' Pious Bill has made his talk an' said 



some words o' grace, 

 Why, then, there'll be a 'big stampede o' 



joy, such as is found 

 On only them occasions where no women 



folks abound. 

 An' if on puddin's, cake, and things we're 



just a few chips shy, 

 We're mighty long on liquids, from cham- 

 pagne to alkali ; 

 An' from the start it's goin' to prove a real 



high toned affair 

 Till at the roundup, Pious Bill dismisses 



us with prayer. 



"All Roads Lead to Rome.'* 



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 toward 



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