_You've seen the Fair,
Of course?_ They're listening, Jack. Do try to talk.
_I'm glad they didn't have it in New York,
Aren't you? Two weeks of it was quite enough.
The Ferris Wheel._ You wretch! 'Twas rather rough
To make me do it at all, while you sat back
And howled at me. When we are married, Jack,--
O dearest, please be careful! They will guess,
If you don't look less interested. Yes, yes,
You know I do. Oh, dearly. By and by
I'll give you three. Well, four. _Will Congress try
To introduce new silver laws?_ Don't laugh!
_I wish they could do something in behalf
Of all the hungry people out of work_.
You make me do it all, you wretched shirk.
Now I must leave you, dearest. Au revoir!
Don't stay forever over your cigar.
(THEIR VIS-A-VIS.)
It's not announced, but then we know it's on.
It's simply low--another good man gone!
JULIET W. TOMPKINS.
_Vassar Miscellany._
~Continuity and Differentiation.~
Whenever in America
A girl is asked to wed,
She straightway says, "Go ask papa,"
And coyly droops her head.
And over in the Fatherland,
Where flows the terraced Rhine,
She whispers, while he clasps her hand,
"Ich liebe dich allein."
But up in Russia, where the snow
Sweeps hissing thro' the firs,
She simply murmurs soft and low,
"Bhjushkst zwmstk rstk pbjunsk pjbrs.
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