An' tie her to de mas'; Den he also tak' de life preserve, An' jomp off on de lak', An' say, "Good by, ma Rosie dear, Nex' morning very early, 'Bout ha'f-pas' two - t'ree four De Captinne, scow, an' de poor Rosie For the win' she blow lak' hurricane An' the scow bus' up on Lac St. Pierre, Moral Now, all good wood-scow sailor man De win' can blow lak hurricane, An' s'pose she blow some more, You can't get drown on Lac St. Pierre, So long you stay on shore. WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND. THE FLEETING VISITANT THESE parting words we have to say Each dollar bill that comes my way ANONYMOUS. IN A QUIET NEIGHBORHOOD I was not well the other day, And therefore thought at home to stay — I live upon a quiet little street And there in peaceful calm remain I'd lain down half a minute, when Began explaining what they had to sell; And then the cry of "Rags!" was heard, "Old iron!" all my nerves bestirred, "Umbrellas here to mend!" "Fresh fish!" they yell. Somebody with a clarinet, A dinner gong I can't forget, Ten million motors on the boulevard, And then the girl who 's taking "vocal" And so, poor who'd thought to rest Within a home by quiet blest, IF I SHOULD DIE TO-NIGHT IF I should die to-night, And you should come to my cold corpse and say, If I should die to-night, And you should come in deepest grief and woe, If I should die to-night, And you should come to my cold corpse and kneel, I say, if I should die to-night, And you should come to me, and there and then, I might arise the while, but I'd drop dead again. BEN KING. IN DEFENCE OF THE ADVERTISING MUSE Shakespeare speaks: SOMETIMES When I'm not at work on a play Historic and full of warfare, I try my hand, in a casual way, At an ad. to keep me in carfare. Why should n't I praise the bilious pill And make the popular heartstrings thrill Why should n't I cleave the cloudless dome That preserves the fleeting molar? Sing ho! for the laurels won by me On the lotion prepared for freckles! For I know in a general sort of way, While with laughter I'm sorely shaken, RICHARD KENDALL MUNKITTRICK. MY RECTOR I NEVER see my rector's eyes; He hides their light divine; For, when he prays, he shuts his own, And, when he preaches, mine. ANONYMOUS. THE TRUST AND THE TRUSTEE (A Song for the Time) IF a trustee in trusting doth trust him a trust, The trust in him trusted and the trust he intrusts. Now those three things he's trusted and these two things in trust By the trustee intrusted through trust in the trusts That most trusters in trusting trust their trustees to trust, Or through other trusts trusted by trustees in trust But if trustless, untrusty, trustworthless this trust they bust. ANONYMOUS. BILL'S IN TROUBLE I'VE got a letter, parson, from my son, away out west, An' my ol' heart is heavy as an anvil in my breast, To think the boy whose futur' I had once so proudly planned He'd miss his father's counsel an' his mother's prayers, too, I know there's big temptation for a youngster in the West, An' when he left I told him of the ever-waitin' snares His letters come so seldom that we somehow sort o' knowed -- JAMES BARTON ADAMS. A BALLAD OF MODERN FABLES ALL ye who read of lovers' lore Of Abelard and Heloise How Aucassin in days of yore His Nicolette sought sore to please How various other hes and shes For Love their very lives have paid; Put by your tearful threnodies And read the Fables of George Ade. And ye who read of joust and war — how "these On hym that Tristram hight”- Ye stirrup-cup." O story frayed! O Malory, to yon tall trees And read the Fables of George Ade! And ye who read how men explore And sail the frigid Northern Seas: I let 'em drown! I let 'em freeze!) Professors who through theses wade: L'Envoi Go all: from Deuce Spot to Main Squeeze Stand in the salty, slangy breeze And read the Fables of George Ade. FRANKLIN P. ADAMS. THE MEDICAL TYRO WAITING FOR PATIENTS THE young doctor sits through his advertised hours Yet the bell tinkles not, nor a patient appears Thus day after day passes most of his time, He writes his indulgent, venerable sire He wonders how long he must patiently wait And queries if fate with an infamous plot |