Amenities

Amenities

“‘AASOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy sky,’So runs a line of the hunting song;But a bleak nor’-easter is what suits me,Driving and whirling the snow along.“From the times of yore has the fox been sungAs a sly old rogue and merry wight,Who loves the gay sound of the horn and houndAnd gobbles chickens the livelong night.“Such things may have been, but the times are changed;Chickens are scarce, and the farmers keen,And with all the hunting that’s going on,I’m quite played out and am growing lean.“Now, a neighbor was lately telling meOf a land that sounds like Paradise,Where instead of a fox they hunt a bag,Where chickens are cheap and very nice.“And I wonder much if such things can be;Egad! how I’d laugh to see that sport;But they ‘break us up’ when they catch us here—What do they do when the bag is caught?“I have half a mind to speak to my wifeAnd take the cubs to these promised lands:As I go back home, I’ll call at the bankAnd see how much to my credit stands.“But, hark! I’ll be hanged if it ain’t that horn—I guess I’ll skip ere the hounds catch on.”A few minutes after, the pack came upAnd found the old “varmint” home had gone.Sporting Tramp.

“‘AASOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy sky,’So runs a line of the hunting song;But a bleak nor’-easter is what suits me,Driving and whirling the snow along.“From the times of yore has the fox been sungAs a sly old rogue and merry wight,Who loves the gay sound of the horn and houndAnd gobbles chickens the livelong night.“Such things may have been, but the times are changed;Chickens are scarce, and the farmers keen,And with all the hunting that’s going on,I’m quite played out and am growing lean.“Now, a neighbor was lately telling meOf a land that sounds like Paradise,Where instead of a fox they hunt a bag,Where chickens are cheap and very nice.“And I wonder much if such things can be;Egad! how I’d laugh to see that sport;But they ‘break us up’ when they catch us here—What do they do when the bag is caught?“I have half a mind to speak to my wifeAnd take the cubs to these promised lands:As I go back home, I’ll call at the bankAnd see how much to my credit stands.“But, hark! I’ll be hanged if it ain’t that horn—I guess I’ll skip ere the hounds catch on.”A few minutes after, the pack came upAnd found the old “varmint” home had gone.Sporting Tramp.

“‘AASOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy sky,’So runs a line of the hunting song;But a bleak nor’-easter is what suits me,Driving and whirling the snow along.

“‘A

ASOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy sky,’

So runs a line of the hunting song;

But a bleak nor’-easter is what suits me,

Driving and whirling the snow along.

“From the times of yore has the fox been sungAs a sly old rogue and merry wight,Who loves the gay sound of the horn and houndAnd gobbles chickens the livelong night.

“From the times of yore has the fox been sung

As a sly old rogue and merry wight,

Who loves the gay sound of the horn and hound

And gobbles chickens the livelong night.

“Such things may have been, but the times are changed;Chickens are scarce, and the farmers keen,And with all the hunting that’s going on,I’m quite played out and am growing lean.

“Such things may have been, but the times are changed;

Chickens are scarce, and the farmers keen,

And with all the hunting that’s going on,

I’m quite played out and am growing lean.

“Now, a neighbor was lately telling meOf a land that sounds like Paradise,Where instead of a fox they hunt a bag,Where chickens are cheap and very nice.

“Now, a neighbor was lately telling me

Of a land that sounds like Paradise,

Where instead of a fox they hunt a bag,

Where chickens are cheap and very nice.

“And I wonder much if such things can be;Egad! how I’d laugh to see that sport;But they ‘break us up’ when they catch us here—What do they do when the bag is caught?

“And I wonder much if such things can be;

Egad! how I’d laugh to see that sport;

But they ‘break us up’ when they catch us here—

What do they do when the bag is caught?

“I have half a mind to speak to my wifeAnd take the cubs to these promised lands:As I go back home, I’ll call at the bankAnd see how much to my credit stands.

“I have half a mind to speak to my wife

And take the cubs to these promised lands:

As I go back home, I’ll call at the bank

And see how much to my credit stands.

“But, hark! I’ll be hanged if it ain’t that horn—I guess I’ll skip ere the hounds catch on.”A few minutes after, the pack came upAnd found the old “varmint” home had gone.

“But, hark! I’ll be hanged if it ain’t that horn—

I guess I’ll skip ere the hounds catch on.”

A few minutes after, the pack came up

And found the old “varmint” home had gone.

Sporting Tramp.

Sporting Tramp.

Tally Ho! Gone Away!!

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