' By Berton Braley.
(A Minings Camp Ballad.)
First Class Charlie's did arid bent,
Forty year he's mined,
Wbrked.all 'round the continent
Wherenhere's work tp.find
First Class" Charlie knows his" biz,
Rightlrora A to Z, , '
But he works where "first class is,
Fpr forty'yedf "
His record's clear
Of "low-grade" like wee drillin'
Just first-class '0.ej ; "
No less, honore,
Is whati-old'Charlie's lookinf for.?
First Class Charlie takes a shift
Now an' then to trot
Round about from drift to drift
An' from spot to spot.
Shift boss lets him go his way,
. For, though rules is plain,
He knows "well that Charlie may
Find a "first class" vein.
He'll mope an' mope
from sfope to stppe,
Histoid eyes full of faith an' hope;
Just "first class" ore
No less, no more,
Is what old Charlie's looking.for.
T' DON'T WORRY!
There were several., people in
the shop when the stranger en
tered, and so lie addressed them
at large. "Any of you drive up
here in a trap?"
"Yes," said Farmer Crabbe, 'T
"An did gr&? hopV in the
"And an-elderly lady on the
seat?" -' '
. ."That's right; but" .,
t : I suppose she can manage tne
"Rather,;. I just think ,she
could! Why, she's drove him
since, he was. a two-year-old." .
"Oh," said the stranger, "then
it's ail right. I merely as.ked be
cause the grey has started up xthe
street like a scarified mad bul
lock, arid the old laity's hanging
on to4heback of the trap,,scream
ing 'Murder!' Still; if she 'can
irianage him, of course fhere'sno
use getting excitedver it. flow's
the price of taters down your
A train that left .Bolivar in
South America for a neighboring
town -eight miles distant three
years "ago has just arrived. A
storm derailed the tfai'n, killld
most of the passengersand ripped
up such a'-gopdly portion of the
railroad ihat the company was
bankrupted. t v
An American began to recon
struct the line six months ago and
succeeded in bringing the lorig
delayed train to the own for
which it originally starte'd.
"Did you see many pictures
que old ruins on yoUr Eastern
triP?" x ".
"Yes," she answered with a
faint smile, "and six of them pro
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