CONEY ISLAND DOWN DER PAY. Vonce I dook a trib to Coney, Coney Island down der pay. Dhen I dook a schwim ad Coney, I dook a bath vile I vas dhere; Und der first ding dot dey tole me, Vas to jump und vet mine hair; So I dook me py dose billows Dot game ribbling ub dot vay, Und said, "Id's nice to pe ad Coney, Coney Island down der pay." Dey hafe nice bath-clothes down ad Coney, Bud mine, dey would not fid at all; I heard a feller say pehind me, "Fids like der paber on der vall!" I dought me dot I'd dake a reef in, Coney Island down der pay. Maype you have schwimmed ad Coney, Und my clothes-dey most forsook me; So I dought me down ad Coney, I don'd fancy dhem schmall vavelets Der clothes dot almost vent asthray, 2FFFFF* Und said, "I could not schwim at Corey, Dhen I watched der folks ad Coney; For you see I vas unsettled; I set me on der sand ad Coney; I didn't, I couldn't know vat to say. I said, "I'fe got enuff of Coney," Und struck a bee line for der train; Der peoples come out on der platform, Und dhey all asked me-" Did it rain?" Ad home, mine frau says, " Vat's der matter Jakey, vat makes you look dot vay?" I says, "Katrine, I'fe been to Coney, Coney Island down der pay." NOTE The following pages contain the Supplements to the four Numbers of" 100 Choice Selections" embraced in this volume, which, for greater convenience in arranging, are here grouped together instead of appearing at the end of the Numbers to which they respectively belong. SUPPLEMENT TO One Hundred Choice Selections, No. 17 CONTAINING SENTIMENTS For Public Occasions; WITTICISMS For Home Enjoyment; LIFE THOUGHTS For Private Reflection; FUNNY SAYINGS For Social Pastime, &c. A smooth sea never made a skilful mariner, neither do aninterrupted prosperity and success qualify for usefulness and happiness. Man hath two attendant angels Ever waiting by his side, With him wheresoe'er he wanders, One to warn him when he darkleth, One to leave him to his nature, And so let him go his way. Prince. The heavens declare the glory of God and the Armament showeth his handiwork. Day unto day uttereth speech and night unto night showeth knowledge. Man with fury stern and savage, Persecutes his brother man, Action, action-still his plan. Bible. Schiller. A fallen blossom does not return to the twig. The joys of meeting pay the pangs of absence, Rowe. |