Leadership

ODE TO A LENGTH OF OLD LEATHER HOSE.

Issue 3 and Volume 1881 8.

ODE TO A LENGTH OF OLD LEATHER HOSE. “Worn and cast, done for at last, Thy day is gone, thy time has passed; Condemned Hose, thy die is cast. For forty years thou hast been tried By sturdy Firemen, side by side, Seeking out the post of danger. To sturdy hands thou art no stranger, While rushing through thee a saving stream Destroyed the fearful red fire’s gleam ; Thou erst wert strong, thy copper rivets, And unions bright, were “ Right as Trivets.” Thy hide was sound, no leakage there, Thou wouldst any amount of pressure bear; But. a’as ! e’en leather hose will war. And sometimes rip, but never tear; So, like old men with port-wine gout, ‘1 ho, sound to look at, thou’st worn qui’e out. And, as to Hose we cannot give a pension, Thy virtues here have ‘ honorable mention.’ And, dear old friend, oft…

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