Christmas Shopping In Cactus Center
Arthur Chapman
Women’s scarce in Cactus Center, and there ain’t no bargain stores
Fer to start them Monday rushes that break down the stoutest doors;
But we had some Christmas shoppin’ that the town ain’t over yet,
Jest because of one small woman and a drug store toilet set.
She was Cactus Center’s teacher, and she had n’t left the stage
‘Fore she had the boys plum locoed—and I don’t bar youth nor age;
She was cute and smart and pretty, and she might ‘a’ been here yet
If it had n’t been fer Dawson and his drug store toilet set.
It was old and scratched and speckled, for ‘t was in his case for years,
But ol’ Dawson, sharp and clever, put a whisper in our ears—
‘Lowed he’d sell that set at auction, and he says: “Now, boys, you bet
This ‘ill make a hit with Teacher - this here swell new toilet set.”
Well the biddin’ stated lively, and it got to gettin’ hot,
For every mind in Cactus on that single thing was sot;
Purty soon I’d staked my saddle, worth two hundred dollars net,
Jest to own fer one short second that blamed drug store toilet set.
It was then began the shootin’—no one seems to know jest how—
And ‘t was lack of ammunition that at last broke up the row;
And thirteen of us was hurted, but the worst blow that we met
Was in findin’ that some bullets had gone through that toilet set.
But we plugged the punctures in it, and we plugged the wounded, too,
And agreed we’d arbitrate it, and the bunch ‘d see it through;
So we sent a gift committee, but they came back sorer yet—
Fer the teacher’d fluttered Eastward—so we’ve got that that toilet set.
