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In Poker , like a glass of beer, you draw to fill.
To Tommy and Jack.
\Vh o have arms for their girls a nd arms for their
co un t ry's foes.
Our Country.
i\J ay sh e a hn:i.ys be in the
rig ht.,
but our count r y,
rig ht
or
\\'!'Ong.
May the devil cut the toes off all our foes, that
we may know them by their limping.
H ere's to a chaperone.
May she learn from Cupid
Just enou gh blindness to be swee tl y stu pid .
i\Iay Dame I'ortune ever smile on you, but never
her daughter, i\liss I'ortune .
To t h e Hardware Trade.
Although they pro fess to honest y, they sell iron
anrl steel for a li ving .
Toast to Writers.
H ere 's to the angel who shoves the quill ;
\Vhen he 's n ot sick of himself he ma kes at.hers ill.
Toast to the Politician.
If
a nation h a th not greatness then it can never be
great,
F or there's noth ing like to virtue in the building
of
a
s tate.
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