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If successful in our enterprise, our ways are never scanned, We're applauded by the populace, and praised by every
tongue. But if a fell disaster crown the efforts we have planned, Our methods are at once condemned by old as well as young.
By the same black stick,
Is laid on thick.
If rich, we kick,
With the same black stick.
Owosco (derisively). Ah! here comes our worthy apology for a chief.
Otsiketa. And our equally worthy medicine man.
Owosco. They make a gay old couple. The one is about as useful as the other. (Enter Old Chief, closely followed by Medicine Man, both old and ugly.)
Old Chief sings :
Otsiketa. Say, old fellow, you must have been a great chap beyond all our memories !
Owosco. I say, old chap, where did you ever manage to store all your scalps?
Old Chief (to Medicine Man). What shall I say to these young men? They're getting very inquisitive!
Medicine Man, I should not answer them. The proper thing to do is to assume a dignified silence.
Our knavery to hide,
Of silence dignified,
Into our past to pry.
They might as well not try.
I never eased a human ill,
The potency of club or pill
We neither of us know.
We assume a lofty pride,
Of silence dignified.
You haven't heard about my friend the Professor's first
experiment in the use of anæsthetics, have you? He was mightily pleased with the reception of that poem of his about the chaise. He spoke to me once or twice about another poem of similar character he wanted to read me, which I told him I would listen to and criticise.
One day, after dinner, he came in with his face tied up, looking very red in the cheeks, and heavy about the eyes. “Hy 'r ye?” he said, and made for an arm-chair, in which he placed first his hat and then his person, going smack through the crown of the former, as neatly as they do the trick at the circus.
The Professor jumped at the explosion as if he had sat