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| "The Policeman's Mistake" | |||||
| Harper's Weekly, July 28, 1860, page 470 (Verse) | |||||
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Summer" 'Twas the last hour of daylight -- The twilight had come -- When a weary policeman Was thinking of home; But he still lingered kindly On Broadway's wide pave, For his aid to the ladies He cheerfully gave. 'Twas the last hour of daylight -- Night's shadows drew nigh -- When close at his elbow He heard a soft sigh. At his side stood a lady, Young, graceful, and small, In the tip-top of fashion -- Hoops, flounces, and all. Only one thing displeased him (Just like all the men!) -- A thick vail o'er her bonnet Was fastened just then. That her fair face was hidden, Provoking it was! But he whispered, "Dear madam, Are you wishing to cross?" And she bowed, but was silent, As round her he threw His brave arm to protect her, And tenderly drew The sweet demoiselle closer And closer, till they Had successfully threaded The maze of Broadway. When her foot touched the curb-stone She threw back her vail, And -- oh! oh! consternation! Policeman grew pale! Then out spoke the fair lady, "Dar, now! lem me go! Golly! massa perleese, you Stop a-huggin' me so!" 'Twas a capital tableau, Rich, racy, and rare! How he stood, blank -- confounded -- His eyes all a-stare, Thus to find he'd been hugging A darkey -- oh yes! How he started and put, then, I leave you to guess. Di Vernon New Utrecht, Long Island |
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