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THE POTTER SHIELD
A Potter Porridge -
IT WAS a Black Knight iniSan Francisco. An Abbott was slowly walking down
Jackson Street. Hale was falling, and the poor man seemed in great Payne. A
Talbot rather husky Young man, wearing a heavy Browne McIntosh and with a
large Dimond pin in his cravat, drove up in a one-Horsford with a Damon the
seat beside him, and asked the Abbott what caused him such Payne.
The Abbott looked at him a minute, and then said, "Several Summers ago I
was a Dean in one of the best universities in this country, but I did not like my
work. I wanted to join the church. After much studying I became a Bishop, and
my boy grew into a strong Young man, of whom I was very proud. After a while
my son fell in love with the daughter of a lazy Miller, who never worked, but spent
most of his time trapping Beaver. I did not want him to marry the girl, but when
I said so he became very Moody and told me that I had' a heart of Stone. So I
let him have his way, and he married her and built her a Newbauer at the foot of
a Bigelow hill. For some time they lived happily. She used to Cook the food, and
I gave them part of Mailliard, as theirs was very small. Then one day they came
to San Francisco and I read that he had watched her drown at Sutro baths and had
made no attempt to Fisher out. After this he stole a lot of money from a bank on
McAllister street, and has not been seen since. This gave me so much Payne that
I went away and became an Abbott. Since then I Doolittle but wander about
f'What's your name?" asked the Young man.
"Rear," the Abbott replied.
"Orear!" exclaimed the youth, "my father."
"Bachman!" exclaimed the aged one, "or I'll Pierce you with this knife."
"Put up that weapon," cried the youth, now very angry, "or I'll Hammer your
It looked as if a fight was on, but at this moment there was a sound of Drum
and Fyfe and a body of soldiers appeared, crying out that they would Lynch the
"Folger arms," shouted the Captain, "or you'll both be buried in the Potter's
field by tomorrow Knight."
The man in the McIntosh attempted to escape, but as the one-Horsford would
not start he tried to Wheeler away, but an Eddy of wind blew off his hat, and when
he stopped to get it he was caught.
"Try to beat it, eh?,' bellowed one of the soldiers in great anger, as his fingers
closed upon the Adams apple of the would-be runaway.
When you've bats in your belfry that knock,
When your Hcomprenez-vous" rope is cut,
When there's nobody home
In the top of your dome, .
Then your head's not a dome, it's a nut.