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Show THE SAD CASE OF VIRGINIA PURE. Virginia Pure was pretty, She went upon the stage; Virginia Pure was witty And eighteen years her age. I Her eyes were brown and dreamy, H Her mouth a folded rose; B Complexion soft and creamy And a darling little nose. The men were mad about her, But she held herself aloof. Said they couldn't do without her; But Virginia wanted proof. So, she dressed herself: up daily In her only gown of black, And she scoffed at Johnnies gaily And she gave them all the sack. Brokers, bankers, clubmen And artists of renown, t Gallant scribeB of inspired pen j Virginia owned the town. I Until at last they tired; j The poet dropped his lute, j For Virginia the admired 1 Was much too hard to suit. And they flocked to other graces, I Who had not Virginia's charms; But, what will you? Time effaces I And, all 'round are outstretched arms. L'envol. Now Virginia is a waitress in the good dafe IEnfant; I jJteiPWWIBpWppWMBBMMWi Her figure has grown thin and perpendicular, per-pendicular, And she's very, very sorry that she always said "I can't," And she's also sorry she was so particular. The Moralist. |