The pledge at spunky point. So toddle along with your pledge, squire, I 'low it's all very fine, but ez fur myself, I thank ye, I'll not take any in mine.

The clock struck twelve !
I raised the jug and took one lovin' pull -
I was holler clar from skull to boots,
it seemed I could n't git full.
But I was roused by a fiendish laugh that
 might have raised the dead -
Them or-nary sneaks had sot the clock a
half an hour ahead !

"All right!" I squawked. "You've got me,
jest order your drinks again,
and we'll paddle up to the Deacon's
and scoop the ante in."
But when we got to ???
What a sight was that we saw !
The Vigerland and Picasso's...
In the tail of a game of Draw.

They had shook 'em the heft of the morn-in',
The Picasso's luck was fa'r,
And he raked, the minute we got thar,
The last of our pool on a pa'r...
So toddle along with your pledge...

Good, yes what ???

Think...