George Herbert Gibson

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George Herbert Gibson,  Southerly Busters

“ No wonder I gets huffed;
They grins, and axes who I be,
And if I'm "real or stuffed"
Original And when I walks about my beat
The hosses dreads the sight;
They stands up endways in the street
A snortin' with affright.
The 'bus-conductors winks and leers,
And holds their sides and splits;
And kids of very tender years
I frightens into fits.
I once was right at forty-four
For supper, lunch, and tea;
Upon this bosom Susan swore
She'd never love but me.
Alas! for that inconstant cook
The 'elmet 'ad no charms;
A most sanguineous butcher took
My Susan to his arms.
”
Source: Gutenberg

George Herbert Gibson,  Southerly Busters

“ Can lemonade compensate me for the destruction of the airy castles I have been building? Can ginger-beer steep my senses again in the elysium of romance and sentiment from which they have been thus ruthlessly awakened? Or can an ocean of orange-juice wash away or obliterate the disagreeable consciousness that I am a clerk in a Government office, or a reporter on the staff of a weekly paper, and am neither Claud Melnotte nor "a person of consequence in the 13th century?"—unhesitatingly no! ”
Source: Gutenberg

George Herbert Gibson,  Southerly Busters

“ Can we not imagine how young Potts led Miss Glycerina Crimpington for a stroll by the sounding sea, and directed her attention to the magnificent crests of the billows, fresh from the curling-tongs of Nature, tumbling over one another, and doubling themselves into such exquisite "frizettes" and "waterfalls" that they were enough to excite envy in the breast of any young lady, especially if she happened to be a hair-dresser's daughter. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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