James Whitcomb Riley - Tom Johnson`s QuitJames Whitcomb Riley - Tom Johnson`s Quit
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A passel o` the boys last night--
An` me amongst `em--kindo got
To talkin` Temper`nce left an` right,
An` workin` up "blue-ribbon," _hot_;
An` while we was a-countin` jes`
How many bed gone into hit
An` signed the pledge, some feller says,--
"Tom Johnson`s quit!"
We laughed, of course--`cause Tom, you know,
_He`s_ spiled more whisky, boy an` man,
And seed more trouble, high an` low,
Than any chap but Tom could stand:
And so, says I "_He`s_ too nigh dead.
Far Temper`nce to benefit!"
The feller sighed agin, and said--
"Tom Johnson`s quit!"
We all _liked_ Tom, an` that was why
We sorto simmered down agin,
And ast the feller ser`ously
Ef he wa`n`t tryin` to draw us in:
He shuck his head--tuck off his hat--
Helt up his hand an` opened hit,
An` says, says he, "I`ll _swear_ to that--
Tom Johnson`s quit!"
Well, we was stumpt, an` tickled too,--
Because we knowed ef Tom _had_ signed
Ther wa`n`t no man `at wore the "blue"
`At was more honester inclined:
An` then and there we kindo riz,--
The hull dern gang of us `at bit--
An` th`owed our hats and let `er whizz,--
"_Tom Johnson`s quit!_"
I`ve heerd `em holler when the balls
Was buzzin` `round us wus `n bees,
An` when the ole flag on the walls
Was flappin` o`er the enemy`s,
I`ve heerd a-many a wild "hooray"
`At made my heart git up an` git--
But Lord!--to hear `em shout that way!--
"_Tom Johnson`s quit!_"
But when we saw the chap `at fetched
The news wa`n`t jinin` in the cheer,
But stood there solemn-like, an` reched
An` kindo wiped away a tear,
We someway sorto` stilled agin,
And listened--I kin hear him yit,
His voice a-wobblin` with his chin,--
"Tom Johnson`s quit--
"I hain`t a-givin` you no game--
I wisht I was!... An hour ago,
This operator--what`s his name--
The one `at works at night, you know?--
Went out to flag that Ten Express,
And sees a man in front of hit
Th`ow up his hands an` stagger--yes,--
_Tom Johnson`s quit_."
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