The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, October 30, 1904, Page 14

s iv-o GO WITH FREEH My BROTHE THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE. BUT THEY WOULDN'T TAKE HER‘KIDS IN FLATS B-DUB. st e i THREE OLD SPORTS AT THE CLUB, THE BUTCHER, THE BAKER, THE CANDLESTICK MAKER, AND THEY TALKED OF THEIR TROUBLES WHEN THEY'D REACH HOME LATER. "SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE, EXCUSE ME. SIR. | BEG: FOR YOU LOOK LIKE A anllm! AND MIGHT LIKE MY Hiko Lea- “OM{ MARY. MARY. QUITE CONT RARY. WHY WON'T YOU MARRY ME?” “BECAUSE | AM A EADY BORN . AND YOU'VE NO FAMILY-TREE™ OH! PETER, OME BACK, COME BACK! 1T MIGHT BE WORSE. “OLD KING COLE WAS A MERRY OLD SOUL. AND A MERRY OLD SOUL WAS HE. HE ENJOYED HIS PIPE AND ALSO HIS GLASS: BUT ME PINED IN VAIN FOR MUSIC, ALAS! + TILL A FIDDLER CRAB MET HE. THERE WAS A FISH IN OUR TOWN. OHI HE WAS WONBROUS WISE. AND FOR HIS GREAT SAGACITY CAPTURED THE FIRST PRIZE: PHILOSOPHY HE STUDIED MUCH AND LEARNED ‘A THING OR TWO: NO ISAAK WALTON TRICKS CAUGHT HIM: NOT ON YOUR LIEE-THAT'S TRUE. __