G. Foozleman, in high silk hat,
    Along the street was trailing,
When through the crown the bullet sped
    And sent his hat a-sailing!

"What do you mean, sir," blurted he,
    To Harvey Jones, behind him,
"By knocking off my high silk hat?"
    But Harvey didn't mind him.

Peter Newell, The Hole Book, New York, Harper & Brothers, 1908, plate 10.

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