Epigraph
“And now, kind friends, what I have wrote
I hope you will pass o’er,
And not criticise as some has done,
Hitherto, herebefore.”
Sweet Singer of Michigan.
My Mule Boomerang
Whose bright smile haunts me still, and whose low, mellow notes are ever sounding in my ears, to whom I owe all that I am as a great man, and whose presence has inspired me ever and anon throughout the years that are gone.
This Volume this coronet of sparkling literary gems as it were, this wreath of fragrant forget-me-nots and meek-eyed johnny-jump-ups, with all its wealth of rare tropical blossoms and high-priced exotics, is cheerfully and even hilariously dedicated
By the Author.