Show The Summer Man In sjimmOr at tho mountain blue Whore life IB fair but men arc few Ho gnyly I sports ho has his nAnd n-And by the sad sea wave also He Is a much admired beau Until tho season fades away He dresses In the height of style Theres a fascination In his smile Hes nimble In tho giddy dance Ho picnics plans with ready skill With lovemakings he plays at xvlll But Is not hurt by Cupids lance He wins the good will of mammas The dark suspicion of papas He waves away with graceful tact lie sings love songs with tender power lie always wears a little flower He knows both how to speak and act At archery in tennis court He rival all In the gay sport But plays so that tho fairest wins And yet through some most subtle art The vanquished Joliet atlll take his part I And leave him with unpunished sins J But summer Joys alas aro brief Hes cut down life tho tender leaf When blushing fields grow sadly brown Mammon and splendid girls no more AdmiN him as they did of yore Hos but a dry goods clerk in town And all who smiled in sweet July In dull September pass him by Now ho3 of quIte another clan And though ho wcara a faultless hat And Just as ctyllsh a crovut Ho only Is a aumoior man Harpers Weekly |