On the Tramp Back to Hartford
Mediumpaper, ink
DimensionsPrimary Dimensions (length x width): 10 × 14in. (25.4 × 35.6cm)
ClassificationsGraphics
Credit LineGift of the Waterbury (VT) Historical Society
DescriptionAdvertisement mock-up for Willis & Wilson Clothing, "On the Tramp Back to Hartford." The main graphic of the advertisement mock-up, a depiction of a Tramp holding a bindle and walking on train tracks, is printed, the text, including a narrative called, “The Tramp’s Soliloquy” has been hand-written on and around the printed image in pen, it continues on the reverse of the page.
Object number2020.56.0
InscribedFront: "The Tramp’s Soliloquy. / Well, by gosh, when Savage / gets me, to go to them White / Mounting’s again it’ll be / when eels hev scales. / Here he leg giv’ clean out / pon the home stretch and i’ve / had to leave him with Doc. / Giddings, at the Asylum, an’ / the Dr. he sez he ought to / been thar years ago. An’ / I’ve walked so long I’ve kneed / my best trousers all out. / An’ I’m so hungry I don’t / know where I’ll sleep tonight. / I vow there’s one of them signs / I painted when I waz a dude + / in the clothes biz. It do look home- / like now. Guess I’ll drop in an’ / strike bones fer a nickel, an’ / ‘praps I’ll git a job as sales- / man in the short-pant dept. / Wish I had some of the cake / that Windsor Cook used to / make, my my I could eat / a rubble sandwich now! Hope / none of them Kodak Chip’s / will I see me until I can / borrow Root’s dress suit.”Reverse, left: “From Waterbury a young chap went, / To see the White Mountains he was intent; / But when he got there, / “They’re just hills, I declare!” / And back to the Asylum his steps he bent.”
Reverse, right: “Via Portland. / The Savage stood on the steamer’s deck, / Whence all but him had flown; / For he had lost his baggage check / Nor [unclear] could call his own. / He called aloud, “Say Freddie, say! / Do you think we’ll make a [unclear]?” / He knew not that poor Freddie lay / sea-sick beneath for many days. / There came a tramp of heavy feet, / The Savage! Oh, where can he be? / The patrol went swiftly up the street, / And in it-- Oh! Harry! -- sat he!”
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Smith-Worthington Saddlery Company
