  Jest Frank Reed’s his real name—though Boys all calls him “Ringworm Frank,” ’Cause he allus runs round so.— No man can’t tell where to bank Frank’ll be, Next you see Er hear of him!—Drat his melts!— That man’s allus somers else! We’re old pards.—But Frank he jest Can’t stay still!—Wuz prosper’n’ here, But lit out on furder West Somers on a ranch, last year: Never heard Nary a word How he liked it, tel to-day, Got this card, reads thisaway:— “Dad-burn climate out here makes Me homesick all Winter long, And when Springtime comes, it takes Two pee-wees to sing one song,— One sings ‘pee,’ And the other one ‘wee!’ Stay right where you air, old pard,— |
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