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Show THE HAPPY STEGOMYIA. Across the lines of quarantine, Now flying high, now low, All cheerfully and all serene The stegomyias go; And where sweet girls sit on the porch, In shirt-waists peek-a-boo, They nibble snow-white shoulders, and I blame them not. Do you? And where sweet girls sit in the shade, Beneath the green wood trees, By babbling stream or forest glade, And dainty lingeries And clock-work stockings slightly show, And tinted skin shows through, The stegomyia bites, and I Dont' blame him much. Do you? 0 girls with shirt- waists peek-a-boo, And tan shoes decollete, 1 think that I should nibble you Were I stegomyia. I see you go arrayed for golf, With dimpled elbows sweet, And I just gnash my teeth to chew On you, you look so sweet! Houston Post. |