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Show WITH PLEASURE By Berton Braley (Mr. Poet, Dear Sir: Won't you write a poem about my sweetheart and me? Frances and Charlie. From a letter.) Frances and Charlie, I'm flattered to hear from you. Tickled to get such a missive from you, Truly I take it a compliment clear from you. So I comply without waiting or parley; par-ley; Herewith I sing of the loverlike air of you, Warble the faith and the liope of tho pair of you. Fortune be generous, Cupid take care of you, Here's to the two of you, Frances and Charlie. May you be calm In a world that is clamorous. May you be firm mid the worries that hammer us, May you continue delightfully amor ous, Never grow crabbed and acrid and gnarly ; Love hold you fast In the mightiest clutch of it, May you know sorrow the least tiny touch of it, May you have money, but never too much of it. Here's to tho luck of you, Frances and Charlie. Yours be a domicile full of felicity. Cosy and snug In its quiet simplicity, May you be spared most of Fate's eccentricity Problems and puzzles nil tangled snarly Here's to your Joys, may they never come scrnppily, Here's to success may you conquer It snappily, May all your troubles be Little Ones. Happily All this shall come to you, Frances and Charlie. (Copyright, 1922, NEA Service) oo |