Show BITS OF COLOR I i CALLED TIn Count Ma cherie from ovalr 20 ocean I come hero to kneel at 20 feet I como to gif you my devotion A slave to you alvays ray sweet You are ze most beautiful book oul Zat I evair ctha behold The Heiress Beg pardon Count you havent read me You seo just the ctlgca of gold 6 a a IMMERSION AT BOSTON Mr E Now wed Boston Penelope where Is tho maid Jbson is f crying terri bly terr blyAirs E N BWh Emerson time chef left today and Mary h I bathing 1 the dishes WHATS BRED IN TUB BONE Vlie a man bites his linger nulls people peo-ple say ho Is nervous or worried In business busi-ness when f woman bites hers her best friends any Its n sure sign of deceit Lot of men who como Into a town poorer than JobB turkey KOI so swelled up If they make u few dollars that they forget the man who used to give them tho money to get their shoes half soled Most men who go to n sandwich wagon and cat greasy hamburger kick at oer thing oji tho table when theyre home Somo women becomo ole maids after they are married Tho thins most essential to a girl In her liouse teens is I a mirror In everyroom In tho I see ON THE ROAD TO NEWPORT GAY In Kipling time Klpllg tme By Ufo great Newport Casino looking outward to tho sea looltlrg Theres n summer gIrl aHlttlng and I hope she thinks of me For society Id moving and Its younger bolls they ay Como you back you New York club man corns you back to Newport gay Como YOU back to Newport gay Down by NarrnRansett bay ett Cant you hear iho SOIJHIU music from Now York lo Newport mUIIc On the road to Newport gay i AVhere wo drink clmmpngnb frappe And the guns roar out like thunder from Kort Adams by the bayv o j Her gowns were built at Howard and lar her hats were from Parcc And her name was swell and Dutchy like a mans who crossed tho se n croGsc In the And I saw hir f1rxt aplunplng roaring romping surf Or arldlng In an auto on old Newport s shady turf Blooming auto flying high Wouldnt lot mo catch her oyo BUll caught her In my arms sir ere a i week had down by On the road to Newport gay When the cottage lights were blazing for the folcs of belle and beau i Sho would sqitcizo a lowcut gown on < and the fellows would High oh felow And then between tho dances wo would slip to yomc retreat I And the Nelhernollnn kisses that I stole were oh so eweut Whllo the gossips took n turn I Seeing Just what they could learn I Peeling round among tho dancers Just to see who they could burn On the road to Ncwport gay But thats all In Limo garden where great Gibson pictures youth And Its many miles to Newport from this I ranch md thats tho truth And Im learning here in Texas what tho lisping Willie tells If youve heard the Kust J acalllng you will never heed might else No youll never hoed aught else But tho way the old Hurt smells And the sunshine and tho roses and tho lovely fcumnuM belles On the road to Newport gay I am sick of wearing life out on a dusty cattlo drlvr I And Im going back to Newport where I know that Im alive I have sacrificed n plenty and Im going back you know Whcro tho populace speaks English and the people arent so slow To that glil ngnln Ill go Where tho people arent so slow And Im sure she will forgive me but I dont deserve I though On the road to Newport gay Tako mo up to old Rhode Island where the best Is always bust Wine or women songs or functions anything any-thing that londs to zest For tho Newport belles uro calling and Its there that I would be By the great Newport Casino looking out upon Iho sea On the road lo Newport gay AYIlh r string of hearts gar play And a girl beneath tho awnings when we went to Newport gay On limo road to Newport gay Where we sip the pousso cafe And the guns roar out like thunder from Fort dams by the bay TOD GOODWIN I |