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At The Sign Of The Dollar

At The Sign Of The Dollar

by Wallace Irwin, E. W. Kemble
     
 

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This scarce antiquarian book is included in our special Legacy Reprint Series. In the interest of creating a more extensive selection of rare historical book reprints, we have chosen to reproduce this title even though it may possibly have occasional imperfections such as missing and blurred pages, missing text, poor pictures, markings, dark backgrounds and other reproduction issues beyond our control. Because this work is culturally important, we have made it available as a part of our commitment to protecting, preserving and promoting the world's literature.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781163228173
Publisher:
Kessinger Publishing Company
Publication date:
09/10/2010
Pages:
110
Product dimensions:
0.23(w) x 9.00(h) x 6.00(d)

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CROSSING 'Tis all along Fifth avenue, as wheels the grand display Of hansom, coach, victoria, of landau and coupé, That like Napoleon Bonaparte reviewing his array, Stands Officer O'Leary at the crossing. " Whoa, there ! slow there ! Can't ye understand ? Dhraw back ! shtop that hack whin Oi howld up me hand. That's the way ye must obey whin th' gineral gives command," Says Officer O'Leary at the crossing. 'Tis all along Fifth avenue the city orchid blooms, The miles and miles of many styles, furs and silks and plumes; But keen and stern, the censor of the coachmen and grooms, Stands Officer O'Leary at the crossing. " Whoa, now ! slow now ! Put yer horse to grass ! Aisy, sure, ye fresh chafoor—don't give me anny sass! Halt, Oi say, an' open way to let this lady pass!" Says Officer O'Leary at the crossing. Half a mile of millionaires along that moving chain, Dappled grays and thoroughbreds with cropped and arching mane— But Maggie Flynn, the milliner, need not appeal in vain To break the grand procession at the crossing. " Whoa, there ! slow there ! Don't give me anny chin ! Stiddy, sure, ye fresh chafoor, before I run yez in ! Whin Oi've me say ye'll all give way fer little Maggie Flynn ! " Says Officer O'Leary at the crossing. " My land! " says little Lizzie Cohn, Beside the sweat-shop door, " If I wuz Mamie Cassidy, Whose fader keeps a store, I'd have a hat wid feaders on An' then I'd git a beau Who'd take me to the thee-ay-ter Where we c'd see the show— If I wuz Mamie Cassidy Jest watch the pace I'd go! " " Gee whizz! " says Mamie Cassidy, When she sees Lottie Blank, " Her father's awful prosperous— He's teller in a bank. She gets her candy by the boxAnd clothes to beat t...

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