Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: IN SANGUINETTI’S You acquaint’ my good frien’ Steve, Others quick forget? One time all acquaint’ with him, Steve-a Sanguinett’. You remember his-a place, Always wide the door? Poet’, artis’, come to it Twenty years or more. Always gay the glasses clink’, Always glad the shout; Then the Fire come pouff! along, Steve-a get burnt out. Ah, the vin in cellar pop, Ah, the burn’ spaghett’ I Poet’, artis’, seldom come Back to Sanguinett’. Steve-a die the other day, Host-a glad no more. Cafe broke; the sheriff put Placard on the door. Broke his big-a heart, I think, Frien’s so soon forget. Good-a bye! Good bye, good luck, Steve-a Sanguinett’! ETCHING BY BARBARA SHERMUND Ay, a crones Dolores now.‘ MISSION DOLORES Here’s a garden. Some declare Once Dolores wore it, fair As a blossom for the hair. Passers-by may well forget Locks of hers were ever jet. But the flower is blooming yet. Long have slept, beneath the bough, All her brothers in the vow. Ay, a crone’s Dolores now. Daily at her litanies Sobs she, slipping to her knees, Padre! All my children, these? Then, her brief devotions done, Sits and drowses in the sun. What’s a crone to anyone ? THE KISS All right, I killed him. Well, and who’s to fret? A girl can’t swing for tryin’ suicide 1 I tell you that he fought me for the thing, Just fought me for it. Nice place this, to bring A girl to, ain’t it? Gimme a cigarette. You say you write police news ? Say, you’ve got A pull here, haven’t you, some drag inside To get a girl some coke ? My nerves is shot; I haven’t slept a minute since he died, Right in my arms. Ah, why keep questioning A girl for stuff she’s tryin’ to forget? All right, I’ll spill the story; thou…
