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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 9, 1890)
WEST SHORE. row "MZM i The 'rl8tocrfttic Mks 811 UP bigh-toned " twilight ball," U- JpJfi-. reBB themselves 'n Bt an' hwe an' cost'y 'ol-da rol ; Jj&& uirf An' them po'r starched-up creatures thinks they're bavin stacks o' fun; A But gosh 1 we folks o' Frogtown, we beat 'era two to one. j&r""73 s "flf v When we gits up a rale hoe-down, it makes a fuller ruther fiMf f vs QiJI Smile to see the young folks jump an' crack their heels together, QWWw An' hear the cftller' "3vy Red-faced, long-legged, big , , Jim Johnson, holler: ' "Git in an' dig!" First thing Old Tom Hardscrabble, he grabs his fiddle bow, An' scrapes them there old fiddle strings the young folks in a row Stands waitin' till he strikes a tune, a shottish or cowtillion, An' then away they goes. By gosh I ef I was wuth a million, I'd ruther dance that eld hoe-down one night in fifty years, Than 'tend a hundred "twilight balls" in comp'ny with my peers. I'd a dum sight ruther Hear that red-faced, big Jim Johnson holler: " Git in an' dig!" Fact is, them high-toned city folks so cultured is an' vain, Bo used to easy livin', an' so filled with proud disihln Fer country folks' old-fashioned was, their hard work an' their small rretenslons in the way of wealth, an' wit, an' all Them qualities that makes one man surpass an' spurn his brother Them city folks, they would, I say, a dum sight ruther Not hear the caller, Relentless, whirligig Destiny, holler, "Git in an' dig I" Al.MHON FlIKNCIf.