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 Sullivan, H. V., engineer, and hard head as you live.

When he puts in his “sugar,” sure to get a div.

Sullivan, M. J., steamer engineer, in every port a “queen”;

Cuts a dash, makes a splash, everywhere he’s been.

Trouland, H. V., ex-soldier, would take your life at any time;

A desperate insurance agent, the subject of my rhyme

Webster, G. H., motor man, with an immaculate car;

Strike a match on the back of the seat, and you won’t know where you are

Weenink, H. V., stockman, turns the air quite blue,

“Addressing” a mob of cattle, he has but equals few.

Weenink, W. V., ex-soldier, with wicked eyes of brown;

The flappers are all a flutter, when he comes to town.

White, A. V., fireman, and if mayhap to hell he goes,

He’s sure to put the fire out, he’s a demon with the hose.

Williamson, J. W., steamer engineer, and hard man in the main;

He never forgets the password—it’s “Fill ’em up again!”

Winchester, H. V., carpenter, they say very quiet and shy;

But when he got the “glad” from a flapper naturally shut one eye.