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Show A RARE COMBINATION. ' In Nineteen Hundred's latter days, When winsome Babbie met our gaze, Her author heard the cry of praise "More, Barrie, more!" So Admiral Crichton came; And (though we mispronounced .his name) We tipped that butler well with fame: "More, Barrie, more!" , Though Little Mary was a pill That none could swallow, well or ill, We said to the compounder still ., "More, Barrie, more!" Whereat (describe it if you can!) Bewitching, birdlike Peter Pan An airy, fairy flight began: "More, Barrie, more!" What next? We wondered inuch, but soon From Pan we passed to Pantaloon; As quaint, but quite another tune: "More, Barrie, more!" Ah, here's the land of Heart's Desire! We sit with Alice by her fire, And like a flame the call mounts higher high-er "More, Barrie. more! More, Barrymore!" Anna Mathewson in The Metropolitan. |