“I’d
like to know,” said Amos Green,
One night in Stokes’s store,
“What’s
wrong with all them furrin’ jobs
Thet folks don’t want no more?
Time
was when any man alive.
Men wealthy, staunch an’ true,
Would
hev been an Ambassador
To France or Timbuctoo.
“Now
jobs go beggin’ day by day,
Nobuddy wants to go
To
loaf around with kings an’ dukes
With all their pump an’ show.
Woodrow
is hevin’ awful luck
To git folks, seems to me,
To
represent his Uncle Sam
In lands acust the sea.
“Now
I don’t want to push myself
In promernence, not me;
The
office it should seek the man,
Hez been my teachin’, see?
But
if they’re too hard put why I,
To ‘comundate, I swore,
I
think I’d take the matter up,”
Said Green in Stokes’s store.
March
26, 1913
Friday the 28,
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