"In this Reign of High Daddyism, the Young Democracy was scalpt, and
that ere bildin' afore us, the great tower of Babel, come to a dead
stand still, because the poletishuns coodent understand each other, and
fokes dident know where the money was all gone to."

The old man paused.

I sprung to my feet.

"And this," I exclaimed, "is the mitey Babel? Wood that I possessed some
of the fortins which has been made on thee. Wood that I was a
contracter," sed I, awed in presence of the great bildin' which caused
so many to sin.

In my enthusiasm I bust forth in that well-known Him:

"I want to be a contracter,
And with contracters share."

After I got cooled down I looked for the old man, and sure's your born
he had wrigged off. I took a Bee line for a naborin' Refreshment stand,
and cooled my excited brane with a fride doenut.

Adux, PUNCHINELLO.

Ewers and so 4thly,

HIRAM GBEEN, Esq, _Lait Gustise of the Peece._