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New Year's calls. Hostess looks delighted-- Out of doors you rush; Sit down at the crossing, In a sea of slush. Job here for your tailor-- Herr Von Schneiderthals-- Bless me! this is pleasant, Making New Year's calls. Pick yourself up slowly Heart with anguish torn. Sunday-go-to-meetings In a state forlorn. Kick a gibing boot-black, Gibing boot-black bawls, Bless me! this is pleasant, Making New Year's calls. Home, and woo the downy, But your soul doth quake, At most fearful night-mares-- Turkey, oysters, cake. While each leaden horror That your rest appalls, Cries, "Dear heart! how pleasant; Making New Year's calls." JACK AND ME. Shine!--All right; here y'are, boss! Do it for jest five cents. Get 'em fixed in a minute,-- That is, 'f nothing perwents. Set your foot right there, sir. Mornin's kinder cold,-- Goes right through a feller, When his coat's a gittin' old. Well, yes,--call it a coat, sir, Though 't aint much more 'n a tear. Git another!--I can't, boss; Ain't got the stamps to spare. "Make as much as most on 'em!" Yes; but then, yer see, They've only got one to do for,-- There's two on us, Jack and me. Him?--Why, that little feller With a curus lookin' back, Sittin' there on the gratin', Warmin' hisself,--that's Jack. Used to go round sellin' papers, The cars there was his lay; But he got shoved off of the platform Under the wheels one day. Fact,--the conductor did it,-- Gin him a reg'lar throw,-- He didn't care if he killed him; Some on 'em is just so. He's never been all right since, sir, Sorter quiet and queer; Him and me goes together, He's what they call cashier. Style, that 'ere, for a boot-black,-- Made the fellers laugh; Jack and me had to take it, But we don't mind no chaff. Trouble!--not much, you bet, boss! Sometimes, when biz is slack, I don't know how I'd manage If 't wa'n't for little Jack. You jest once orter hear him: He says we needn't care How rough luck is down here, sir, If some day we git up there. All done now,--how's that, sir? Shines like a pair of lamps. Mornin'!--Give it to Jack, sir
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