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Show Gladys Makes Dessert. When Gladys puts her apron on and rollo her sleeves high up, She takes a cook book in ono hand and then selects a cup; 4 Whereby I know there'll bo dessert tho richest, nicest kind And views of pudding, cake and things go floating through my mind. When Gladyw starts to cook sho seems The ideal of my early dreams. When Gladys puLi her apron on, and gets a bowl of Hour, I Beck a hook: tho kitchen then in Gladys's sacred bower. And though I'd gladly help her out, sho shakes her pretty head And says: "You got mo nil mixed up: stay where you aro Instead!" And so I mcokly keep my seat Till I am told to come and oat. When Gladys puto her apron off and sits down at hor placo Sho leaves her sleeves rolled up and asks If I will eay the grace: I cannot keep from watching her sho'a such a dainty sight With cheeks aflame, lips cherry red, and arms a dimpled white, I'd gladly choko down raw mud pics To keep that lovcllght in her eyes. But, best of all. the things sho makes Are good, no matter how they look For Gladys, dearest girl of all Waa surely born a "natural cook." , Cincinnati Times-Star. |