t yUJ Wilbur D. Nesbit. . (A British scientist assorts that within a few years the whole world will be crazy.) fANfiVQUIftENDO Vji sL thoughtful man VgvyiS And half his men- Is to observe and Wwfcitm& f wisely scan & ML Tlle make-up of WtFRlSABm ''is neighbor. " ilMn Ammnlk 'Tis odd- indped, I V4I ,fmtim,t bo ciosr-iy mmwmm ' judge one's rjLft ityiiy Smith is a man who isS'fl has a. fad S? SSNnST Of making stamp '. collections, , And Budkins says that Smith -is mad , A H's brain is made (I ' Mm in sectins- Ml yr-nmw ne section is the W Mm faddist side -JlJ AMW That holds Smith Jl ' in its fetters; The other is a crafty guide And bids him stamp his letters. And thus for every stamp he sticks He pays ten times Its value. Is he the prince of lunatics? Would you decide, or shall you? And, furthermore, 'tis Budkins' view That Brown and Black and Mooney And Jones and Johnson. Perkins, too, Are just the least bit looney. He cites the way that Higgins walks, The style of Griggson's collars. The stammer with which Roberts talks, MeGlue's wild chase for dollars. The slavish way that Murphy works. The point that French is lazy, The gleam that in Potts' optics lurks, As proof that each is crazy. Why, Budkins even said that I, Prom small disagreement With his queer views, must think awry Was dotty that's what he meant! Now, listen, Budkins may be sane, But when he says I'm crazy It shows the workings of his brain Are rather more than hazy.