Show j j J Just u as st st. t F Folks 0 1 1 k 1 s By Dr A. A Guest Guu Ed Edgar ar THE PERFECT HUSBAND There is a husband all complete Who Tho keeps his raiment neatly pressed And when he sits him down to eat cat He spills no no gravy on his vest He has no little faults like mine At least they undiscovered red lie lic His conversation when we dine Is never tediously dry He dances all the ladi s round Im I'm told in such a graceful way I often wonder how hes he's found The time to earn his weekly pay He says the countless pretty things I sometimes think but never speak The ladies love him when he sings In music I I. admit Im I'm weak My Nellie often says to me Im I'm sure its it's just a passing whim That very happy she would be If I could more resemble him And I reply If that were so And just as he Id I'd lived my life M My list of faults you'd never know For Id I'd be married to his wife t |