Image from page 117 of “Combats and conquests of immortal heroes” (1910) – San Antonio Picture

Identifier: combatsconquests00barn
Title: Combats and conquests of immortal heroes
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Barnes, Charles Merritt
Subjects: San Antonio (Tex.) — History Texas — History
Publisher: San Antonio, Tex. : Guessaz & Ferlet company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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stream and the constrictionof its current. – he prediction has been made by aged prophets,witnesses of previous deluges, that the next flood tovisit the city will be like the one at Monterey a short timesince and will involve great loss of life and property. GRIZZLY=GRIP. The scene a tent where miners camp. A group the ardent sip,With one, a stranger, just arrivd. The place is Grizzly-Grip.The stranger asks a miner, grim. Concerning one namd Sy.That miner spins this spicy sketch As they consume their rye. Yes, we knowd wSy. We larnt his ways, Tho he was sorter sly.Thar never warnt no meaner skunk Than that same sinner, Sy.We struck this lead on Grizzly-Grip And then had skads of dust,But Sy came in and scooped our tin, While we rubd off the rust. For we were green as collard tops. And Sy were sooner stuff.And, tho we hilt the highest hands. Sy yankd us on the 1)1 uff.But scamps like Sy bucks onct too much Agin that game of drawAnd when they do, it does me good To see them sent to taw.

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Combats and Conquests of Immortal Heroes 111 Sy struck across a gawky cuss That lookd so awful raw—He was the greenest looking cuss Sy almost ever saw.But when he played his poker game. He warnt that awful green,But what he knowd a sorter dodge As Sv had never seen. Sy lost the stakes, which got him rild And awful loud Sy swore.That rild the chap as took the chips Prehaps a leetle more.Then, for a bluff, Sy said: Well shoot To try the greeners pluck.But thar wuz whar vSy foold his-self And vSpild his run of luck. That chap he haild from Arkinsaw And didnt bat his eye,And when the smoke had blowd away Thar warnt no wind in Sy.So, stranger, dont you be too brash But button up your lip,Because youll find sich games dont go No more at Grizzly-Grip.

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Tagged: , bookid:combatsconquests00barn , bookyear:1910 , bookdecade:1910 , bookcentury:1900 , bookauthor:Barnes__Charles_Merritt , booksubject:San_Antonio__Tex______History , booksubject:Texas____History , bookpublisher:San_Antonio__Tex____Guessaz___Ferlet_company , bookcontributor:University_of_California_Libraries , booksponsor:MSN , bookleafnumber:117 , bookcollection:cdl , bookcollection:americana

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