Better So

Mighty good thing it is, too,

Thet the place where me an’ you

Growed up es by hooks an’ crooks,

Doesn’t change a bit in looks.

Ef it did now would we keer

Ha’f es much to go each year,

Go an’ lounge erbout th’ town,

With its houses bane an’ brown?

Don’t believe we’d like et so;

Don’t believe we’d keer to go.

We git change enough, you’n me,

In the place we hef ter be.

An’ I think it’s better so,

Thet the ol’ town doesn’t grow;

Doesn’t grow to great extent,

With a forin element.

Aug. 20, 1892

1^st, 2^nd & 3^rd

Pub in Conn.

Valley Ad.