She is not wondrous wise,
Seeks not for learning's prize.
'Tis true she knows no Greek,
And her English grammar's weak,
But why should I despair,
Miss Milly O'Naire.
So woo and win her I will,
For there's my tailor's bill,
And creditors by the score;
But they'll trouble me no more,
For she has a million to spare,
Miss Millionaire.
WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER.
_The Badger._
~A Shy Little Maid.~
A love-lorn lad wooed a coy maid once,
All of a summer's day he plead;
Oft he spoke of the bonds of love--the dunce!
And she shyly shook her head.
When from his heart hope had almost fled,
He spoke of bonds he had in town.
Still the shy little maiden shook her head--
But she shook it _up and down_.
_Trinity Tablet_.
~My Mistake.~
I met her on a Pullman car,
In section number nine;
Each eye shone like a morning star,
With radiance divine.
So when I placed my bags and traps
In section number ten,
She looked so tempting 'mid her wraps
I sought her face again.
She glanced at me with roguish pose,
Yet innocent of guile,
Then colored like a blushing rose,
And tried to hide a smile;
The sweet confusion but enhanced
Her dainty tint of pink,
And quite by accident she chanced
The nearest eye to wink.
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