Rough and unpolished was he, albeit As proud as a king, on his box he sat, While the boys of his set looked wistfully on, But the bootblack smiled a lordly smile; "Bill, give us the core?" he whispered low. And a mischievous dimple grew in his cheek: "There ain't goin' to be no core!" THAT'S BABY. One little row of ten little toes, That's baby. One little pair of round new eyes, Without one tooth from north to south That's baby. Two little cheeks to kiss all day, Two little hands, so in his way, A brand-new head, not very big, That seems to need a brand-new wig— That's baby. Dear little row of ten little toes, How much we love them nobody knows; Ten little kisses on mouth and chin, What a shame he wasn't a twin! That's baby. THE FIRST PAIR OF BREECHES. 449 WORDS OF WELCOME. Kind friends and dear parents, we welcome you here But hope you'll remember we all are quite young. Our life is a school-time, and till that shall end, THE FIRST PAIR OF BREECHES. I've got a pair of breeches now, And I'll have to be a man; I know I can if just I try, My mamma says I can! I'm going to school now very soon, My mamma says I'm too young yet, And I've got pockets in my pants, To put my pencil in; For mamma says that I must write I'll soon be tall as papa-now And don't you think that very soon WHEN MAMMA WAS A LITTLE GIRL. When mamma was a little girl (Or so they say to me) She never used to romp and run, Nor shout and scream with noisy fun, Nor climb an apple tree. She always kept her hair in curl,— When mamma was a little girl She never used to tumble down, Nor drink her papa's tea. She learned to knit, "plain," "seam," and "purl,”— But grandma says-it must be true- THE WATERMILLION. There were a watermillion And when that watermillion That pickaninny hooked it, Within a single day. Said the first little chicken, with a queer little squirm, "I wish I could find a fat little worm." Said the next little chicken, with an odd little shrug, "I wish I could find a fat little slug." Said the third little chicken, with a sharp little squeal, "I wish I could find some nice yellow meal." Said the fourth little chicken, with a small sigh of grief, "I wish I could find a little green leaf." Said the fifth little chicken, with a faint little moan, "I wish I could find a wee gravel stone." 451 "Now, see here," said the mother, from the green garden patch, "If you want any breakfast, just come here and scratch." FUNNY, ISN'T IT? The pipers are not made of pipes, While bowers are not made of bows. While willows are not made of wills; 452 BABY HAS GONE TO SCHOOL. AMONG THE ANIMALS. One rainy morning, just for a lark, I jumped and stamped on my new Noah's ark: I finished the wolf without half tryin', I knocked down Ham, and Japheth, too, I finished, besides, two pigs and a donkey, There wasn't a thing that didn't feel, I felt as grand, as grand could be, But oh, the whipping my mammy gave me! A LITTLE BOY'S LECTURE. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN: Nearly four hundred years ago the mighty mind of Columbus, traversing unknown seas, clasped this new continent in its embrace. A few centuries later arose one here who now lives in all our hearts as the Father of his Country. An able warrior, a sagacious statesman, a noble gentleman. Yes, Christopher Columbus was great. George Washington was great. But here, my friends, in this glorious nineteenth century is—a grater! (Exhibiting a large, bright tin grater. The large kind used for horse-radish could be most easily distinguished by the audience.) BABY HAS GONE TO SCHOOL. The baby has gone to school; ah, me! With never a call to button or pin, |