Thrills of a Bell Boy. Samuel E. Kiser

      And knock the villain down and hold her tight—

      I wouldn’t ask to have a cent of pay.

      And when she’d look up at me sweet and proud

      I’d feel so glad I’d have to yell out loud:

      I’ll bet the knock I give the villain when

      I come to rescue her would make him grunt.

      And when she wound her arms around me, then—

      Oh, blame it, there’s Old Morton howlin’ “Front!”