From Rude Rural Rhymes by Bob Adams, New York: The Macmillan Company; 1925; pp. 167-168.
CARTOONS
When each good day is near its close
With old Sol sinking to repose,
I shut the doors on office life,
And come on home to kiss my wife.
O when I pull my weary shoes,
I sprawl around to rest my thews
And seize the well known Journal-News
To read good Edgar Guest, his runes,
And grin awhile at new cartoons.
I love to read in daily papers
Of cartoon people and their capers.
I love to scan some work of Dwig’s,
Some prank of Petey Dink or Jiggs.
I gaze with awe on Jiggs’ wife, Maggie,
And thank the Lord that mine’s not naggy,
Or pity those who spend their bones
Forever keeping up with Jones.
I like Bud Fisher and his line;
Old Mutt’s a special friend of mine,
And Jeff who wears the hoodoo sign;
For be it love affairs or bets,
The worse of it is all Jeff gets.
I hope I’ll never see it slump,
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That pleasant tale of Andy Gump,
Of Minnie with her arms akimbo,
Of Chester and of Uncle Bimbo.
It stirs my sympathy and dander
To see the wiles of Widow Zander.
I know a chin is often handy,
But so I sympathize with Andy,
But Congress has some spineless chumps
Much worse that any chinless Gumps.
This world so full of sorrow now,
With worry lines on every brow,
Would be the pleasantest of places,
If grouchy folk would crack their faces,
If every butcher, baker, grafter,
Would try the medicine of laughter.
Of men who serve their kind and kin
The best are those that make us grin.
Of all life’s boons the very boonest
Come from my favorite cartoonist.