Show VERSICLES Early SprIng Now come those strange uncertain times When it is hard to say I we will gather wild flowers or Go riding in a MelffhWashington Washington Star A Hard Lot My lot is a hard one he muttered And his face wore a look of desrpr Too true were the words that he uttered As he stood with his spade In the air He had thought to make garden right there And his pulses with pleasure had fluttered But he struck solid rock and swear My lot is a hard one he muttered Carl Currle in Puck I Sounds Better Im glad to know the old complaints Are giving us the shy For now spring fever bless the saints Is catalogued as grip Cleveland Plain Dealer I An Important Question Dear heavens latest If to me My baby lay upon my knee A little sou the second gift Which heaven had sent my heart to lift In gratitude that to iny care He deigned another soul to spare Now have I two to love cried I And smiled to think how by and by ily babys sisterthe wee maid Who for three years had dally played The sort of queen among us all auld come so gayly at my call And eleoine with r laugh of joy Her first look at our baby boy She came and standing by me there She viewed him with a wondering stare Then turning axlous gazing on me Did she he bring his mother questioned sheMary Mary D Brim in Harpers Bazir A Rude Jest New York Press Thc cannibal chief regarded the fairest of the soubrettes who had boon cast upon his scores And so your name is Olive he inquired in-quired Yes sir she replied timidly And you can outortaln me with the polar oooratc roles Yes indeed she exclaimed eagerly What would your majesty care to seeThe see-The savage chieftain smiled suavely lr think he observed that I will wait Olieet till dinner time and then we will see A rude titter ran through the ranks of his dusky followers 1 |