The image shows a handwritten poem titled "Twas an evening in October, I was grr' from being sober, and was carrying home a load with manly pride. When my knees began to Stutter, and I lailed down into the gutters, while a pig came up and hard-down by my side, then one wailed 'its fair-weather when good fellows get together and was heard to say: You can tell a man who Bosses by the company he has, and the pig got up and slowly walked away."