Show I i = THOSE CHIN WHISKERS CA Soliloquy It Is true 1 They are few tioy are fowl J They are scanty ard spare AH tbcoe young paints oC hair I But I know thoy are there t And I tenderly press 41 On each one a caress I To reveal How I feel how I feel As with good will I trace By the strokes on my face Each hair in its place Is to picture to boys A mans masterful joys I It is said They are redthey are redl But Im deaf to the sneer To the taunt or the jeer For the bristles are here And my dream has come true For my whiskers are through 1 They will grow That I know flint I know I will coax them in time So theyll fall into line And their contour define When the whiskers now thin Shall be thick on my chin V And Ill rub Every stub every stub I will rub first and last I will rub them all fast Till the whole day is past Ill awake in the night And Ill rub till daylight True enough I They arc roughthey are rough But I pray you now list Not a hair shall be missed But Ill pull and Ill twist Till Iriso to the graco Of a much whiskered face 1 p Ella Dare in Inter Ocean |