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From his plug of tobacco; a fly that had lit
On the toe of his boot, with great deftness he hit
With a nicotine stream, and discoursed for a bit
On the game bird, and things that relate unto it.
September 29, 1911.
On the toe of his boot, with great deftness he hit
With a nicotine stream, and discoursed for a bit
On the game bird, and things that relate unto it.
September 29, 1911.
N. Nitts on Baseball
Nescius Nitts, the seer round whose name
In Punkindorf Station clings honor and fame,
Moved his quid to the right—since his left jaw was lame—
And spoke for a while on the powerful claim
On the public displayed by the National Game.
October 5. 1911.
In Punkindorf Station clings honor and fame,
Moved his quid to the right—since his left jaw was lame—
And spoke for a while on the powerful claim
On the public displayed by the National Game.
October 5. 1911.
N. Nitts on China
Nescius Nitts, sage of Punkindorf Station,
Nailed a fly to the floor in its peregrination,
With enough nicotine to cause asphyxiation,
Then opened a lengthy and learn'd dissertation,
Concerning the present Chinese situation.
October 18, 1911.
Nailed a fly to the floor in its peregrination,
With enough nicotine to cause asphyxiation,
Then opened a lengthy and learn'd dissertation,
Concerning the present Chinese situation.
October 18, 1911.
N. Nitts on Variableness
Nescius Nitts, whom his fellowmen call
The wizard of Punkindorf, watched a fly crawl
Across the plate glass and half way up the wall,
Ere his unerring nicotine stream made it fall,
Then said: "Women's minds, they ain't stable at all."
November 8, 1911.
The wizard of Punkindorf, watched a fly crawl
Across the plate glass and half way up the wall,
Ere his unerring nicotine stream made it fall,
Then said: "Women's minds, they ain't stable at all."
November 8, 1911.
N. Nitts on Oregon Snow
Nescius Nitts, who, as all people know,
Was Punkindorf's sage for three score years or so,
Spied three festive gnats as they flew to and fro,
And, with three distinct nicotine jets, laid them low;
Then spake for a time on the beautiful snow.
November 11, 1911.
Was Punkindorf's sage for three score years or so,
Spied three festive gnats as they flew to and fro,
And, with three distinct nicotine jets, laid them low;
Then spake for a time on the beautiful snow.
November 11, 1911.
