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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416889" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tom Johnson's Quit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A passel o' the boys last night--<br>An' me amongst 'em--kindo got<br>To talkin' Temper'nce left an' right,<br>An' workin' up 'blue-ribbon,' _hot_;<br>An' while we was a-countin' jes'<br>How many bed gone into hit<br>An' signed the pledge, some feller says,--<br>'Tom Johnson's quit!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We laughed, of course--'cause Tom, you know,<br>_He's_ spiled more whisky, boy an' man,<br>And seed more trouble, high an' low,<br>Than any chap but Tom could stand:<br>And so, says I '_He's_ too nigh dead.<br>Far Temper'nce to benefit!'<br>The feller sighed agin, and said--<br>'Tom Johnson's quit!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We all _liked_ Tom, an' that was why<br>We sorto simmered down agin,<br>And ast the feller ser'ously<br>Ef he wa'n't tryin' to draw us in:<br>He shuck his head--tuck off his hat--<br>Helt up his hand an' opened hit,<br>An' says, says he, 'I'll _swear_ to that--<br>Tom Johnson's quit!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, we was stumpt, an' tickled too,--<br>Because we knowed ef Tom _had_ signed<br>Ther wa'n't no man 'at wore the 'blue'<br>'At was more honester inclined:<br>An' then and there we kindo riz,--<br>The hull dern gang of us 'at bit--<br>An' th'owed our hats and let 'er whizz,--<br>'_Tom Johnson's quit!_'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've heerd 'em holler when the balls<br>Was buzzin' 'round us wus 'n bees,<br>An' when the ole flag on the walls<br>Was flappin' o'er the enemy's,<br>I've heerd a-many a wild 'hooray'<br>'At made my heart git up an' git--<br>But Lord!--to hear 'em shout that way!--<br>'_Tom Johnson's quit!_'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when we saw the chap 'at fetched<br>The news wa'n't jinin' in the cheer,<br>But stood there solemn-like, an' reched<br>An' kindo wiped away a tear,<br>We someway sorto' stilled agin,<br>And listened--I kin hear him yit,<br>His voice a-wobblin' with his chin,--<br>'Tom Johnson's quit--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I hain't a-givin' you no game--<br>I wisht I was!... An hour ago,<br>This operator--what's his name--<br>The one 'at works at night, you know?--<br>Went out to flag that Ten Express,<br>And sees a man in front of hit<br>Th'ow up his hands an' stagger--yes,--<br>_Tom Johnson's quit_.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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An' me amongst 'em--kindo got
To talkin' Temper'nce left an' right,
An' workin' up 'blue-ribbon,' _hot_;
An' while we was a-countin' jes'
How many bed gone into hit
An' signed the pledge, some feller says,--
'Tom ..."></div>
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