Faculties and Good Looks
There are not many who can indulge in
this princely style of living. Terms of
subscription, gold coin, something like cornelian
in color. Four months, one year, keep
your blood "in soak," a mixed occupation
with a decided speck of white. Oh, they
toast you finely the whole dinner through, far better
than marmalade, and no thrashing
your clothes to pieces before retiring.
There have been some fine estimates of how
to run the machine. Work a specialty taken
from these watery globes. Real jam,
jammy jam, when she does not like to talk.
Standing upright seldom tries but he wins
death by flames, dining out or at dancing parties
with a pack of wolves at his heels.
What Pluck and Perseverance
He never appeared happier or more
pleased than when dragged off the couches to see
Eldorada nicely colored, the pale goddess
once more resounding on all sides
by assuming a robe of golden green.
When will the same beauty characterize
mere nature, grown weary of the "good time coming"?
Surely there is plenty of room
for precious metals, confined to kid gloves
and button boots. The plaza is the place
for sport of that kind, in the height of busy scenes
much delayed for want of hardware.
Lacerating Hearts as It Goes
A good time may be expected by all
ushered in with a welcome. Strange good luck
tipped to one side, as the neat little edifice
proud of the art preservative
deftly wrought in saw-teeth a regal queen
in the brass rule line. We thus publicly
thank remarkable fine taste in apparatus,
so many minute squares of eye-
sight busy stitching together as much
warmth and beauty as God's wicked sunshine.
Propelled by a fretful energy, it glides in
and out of the dizzying maze,
tiring back and side and arms to make
a good "reach." What need to multiply words,
when precocious seriousness and gravity
danced and set the public crazy.
Stephen Kagarise 