Intermountain Catholic | 1900-06-23 | Page 5 | A Fatal Material

A FATAL MATERIAL. (By Felix Leigh.) I used to have a rubber doll, And she was like a cat That she had many lives, you know, Is what I mean by that. She'd rumble off the table bang! And not be cracked at all; If she'd been made of wax she'd not Have stood so hard a fall.- She dropped into a river once. But wasn't nearly drowned; She bobbed up quite serenely, and She calmly floated round. 'A cab ran over her of course, . -It seemed a bad mishap; But when I picked her up I found She wasn't hurt a scrap. eYt something always happens, and I've lost my rubber pet. So I am feeling sad, althuogh I'm told I "mustn't fret." I lent her to my brother Fred, And this was the result-He result-He went oh, dear! and sliced her up To mend a catapult! '. .