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Caption: Magazine - The Siren (1911 Selections)
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THE 'SIREN KfctfTO T (ft QNE day ^•^•^^•H ^ ^ Our Maw and Paw they went away, An' left us kids with Minnie Lee, An' told us es to see How good an' quiet we could be. But we wuz bad, An' we made Minnie Lee so mad She es scold an' scold, an' nen Bert—He's got trousers es like men, An' his voice goes way up high, Nen way down low like Uncle Ben. + There wuz Jake and Fred an' Si He's es a little bit o' kid— An' me. An' Bert he took a match, An' scratch it on the patch Of his pants, ah' nen he smoke, An' pretty near choke. Nen he give us all some snuff, An' we es sneeze, an' he es puff. Nen we sneeze an' sneeze some more Till our noses wuz all sore. Nen our eyes begin to run Like we wuz cryin'. An' he es laugh, like it wuz fun. An' we es sneeze until it hurt, Me an' Jake an' Fred. Nen Bert Got sick, an' Sid Run an tell. Es like a kid! Nen Maw an' Paw come home, an' Fred An' me an' Jake got sent to bed. An' Paw took Bert out to the shed An' I know what he did. Bert he looks 'hind all the clocks, Till he finds the key what locks Granddad's drawer, an' there's a box Full o' some black stuff What Bert called snuff, An' a pipe, an'—an'—lots o' things. An' nen Bert said, "This old place is awful dead. Come on kids. We'll have some fun." Nen we all run Down behind the shed. HER N U M B E R R O F . — M r . Jones, what does i860 bring to your mind? Jones (dreamily)—Nellie's telephone, sir. O R the white shirt-waist and black skirt It's a dry leaf that takes on no colors. 20
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