The Project Gutenberg eBook of the Jumble Book of Rhymes, by Frank R. Heine.

Dedication

To the boys who have found the old War Horse a dangerous animal, have come to cropper in the Big Muss, and are now assigned to bunk fatigue, we offer these rhymes. Though, they are crippled; and limp, and halt, and stumble at times—yet we trust they may, for all that, break through when General Monotony is entertaining a company of Blue Devils, and for a few moments, at least, put to rout serious and somber thoughts.

To the casuals now enjoying hospital hospitality at Kenilworth (Biltmore) and Oteen (Azalea), this jumble of rhymes is dedicated.

Pick it up, Buddy, it's a dud.

— F. R. H.

THE JUMBLE BOOK OF RHYMES

Greetings

Introspection

An Acknowledgment

Pay! Pay!! Pay!!!

Taffy and the Man

If a man is grouched or peevish, if in doling cash he's slow—
Just a little bit of taffy—presto! won!!
Every married woman knows it—every girlie ought to know:
If you feed a man of taffy he's undone.

When a man tries introspection, then he stacks up mighty small;
So he keeps from this self-searching all he can;
Yet a feeling lies inherent, never's lost in him at all,
That he'd like to be a bigger, better man.

So when other people tell him that he's bigger, nicer far,
Or a better chap than he himself can see,
There is worked a transformation and his stock goes way 'bove par,
And he feels the man he'd really like to be.

It's not Vanity that does it, but his Better Self you view
As he smiles and purrs and pleases all he can.
As a corking good investment I would hand this tip to you:
Just try always feeding taffy to a man.

Do not stinge nor be too saving, don't conserve this priceless boon,
But feed as though you had an endless store;
With an appetite voracious he will gulp it from the spoon,
And when all's gone he'll loudly cry for more.

Myself vs. Me

To "The Quiet Observer"

I sat me down in pride to gloat
Upon the column that you wrote,
In which you, sir, were pleased to quote
From me and Riley—
From me and him,
From me and Jim,
From me and Riley.

The tout ensemble did impel
My manly chest to heave and swell;
The combination "liked me well;"
Me, you and Riley.
It seemed a great
Triumvirate—
Me , You and Riley .

But soon in deep humility
My head was bowed, and I could see
The difference 'tween little ^me
And You and Riley.
I lacked the art
To touch the heart
[17] Like you and Riley.

You seem to write with greatest ease,
Of cheerful mien, of birds and bees,
And out-of-doorsy things one sees—
And so does Riley.
With master-stroke,
To common folk
Write you and Riley.

I take a hack-saw and a square
And cut my rhymes with greatest care;
'Tis harder work for me, I swear,
Than you and Riley.
And yet I fail
To hit the nail
Like you and Riley.

You write in prose—a rhymer he—
And yet 't has always seemed to me
Your souls alike must surely be—
Yours, sir, and Riley's.
You love each thing
Of which you sing—
Do you and Riley.

A bas Polyanna!

I hate the Pollyanna cult! Cheeruptimistic lore, that now confronts at every turn, long since became a bore. In daily press, in magazines, in every thing I read, the sugar-coated life's prescribed as man's most urgent need. 'Tis O be joyful, grin and smile, let tears be left unshed; just purr and sing the whole day long, then pass it on ahead! If grandma dies or cook takes leave or father breaks a leg, be glad, be glad; and if you're broke, why, whistle as you beg! Now I, for one, refuse to live a grinning Cheshire cat. I'm just as human, mad as glad—a fool can tell you that. All sunshine makes a desert waste, and honey-words soon pall; because someone's in harder luck can't make me glad at all. A man has special muscles just to corrugate his brow; the Lord knew when he fashioned them that they'd be used, and how. I want my friends without veneer, straightforward as can be; and I will grant them outlet for innate depravity. Why bluff and play that grief's not real? Why blush to shed a tear? A temper may be lost and found, with Paradise still near. No need to gloom or grouch or fret, no need to howl or whine; but may the right to voice a grief or own a pain be mine.

If You'd Marry

To My Valentine

The Jumbler, with one eye on the calendar, tells the thoughts he thinks—claiming immunity the while.

All Mine in Dreams

Should Dreams Come True

Lotus Eating

Fergit Dem Dreams

Fickleness of Maidens

Constancy—As Applied to One Man

Handle With Care

The One and The Only

My Garden

I wander into my garden,
My garden of loves that are dead,
And stop at a withered rose bush
That once grew a blossom of red.

How passionately, true I loved it,
Thought without it I could not abide—
How bitter it is to remember
In a night it had withered and died.

The violet that grew on the hillside
I loved with a love that was true;
But 'twas snatched from me e'en as I held it—
O, Violet, dear, how I loved you!

And dearest of all, the sweet June Rose,
As a bud she'd come out first that year;
But I lost her just as I'd plucked her—
The heartless and pitiless dear!

The lily and pink that I worshipped
Each deigned but a season to stay,
And returned not again though I waited
[34] And longed for them many a day.

Dear loves that are dead, hear me say it:
A loving good-bye to you all!
No more shall I visit this garden,
For my true love grows just o'er the wall.

Having loved you has made my love stronger
For her whom I now so adore;
I'd truly not know how to love her
Had I not loved you-all before.

Good-bye, then, again, fairest garden;
Good-bye to you all, fickle dears;
Dear Rosemary, last, fondest treasure,
Will be faithful to me through the years.

My Threnody

Eternity

A MEDLEY

I 'Ear Noes

Ode to a Sylphine Figure

Feelin' Blue

A Bare Story

A Truth

Hooverize

Fine

Fugax, Sequax; Sequax, Fugax

A Betrayal of Irish Ancestry

Exit Cooky

The Limit

Safety First

Unbearable

Wrong Prescription

Seeing Double

Wisdom

Just Talk

From time an infant draws first breath
And 'gins its virgin squaking,
Each mother proud, not saving one,
Translates all goos as talking.

This goo means this, a girr means that—
A new word every minute—
It yells! Says pa, "My dear, you're right,
There's surely something in it." (A pin, perhaps).

Milk-Latin talk lasts 'bout a year,
And then, strict truth I'm telling,
A plain "Mam-ma" may strike your ear—
In interim of yelling.

The next few years great strides are made;
Mamma is fair ecstatic,
For now it talks as good as dad—
'Cept 'course, it's not grammatic.

And then comes slang, and cussing, too—
If it's a boy, the latter—
But if a girl, the whole day through
[45] It's giggle, chatter, chatter.

And now it's grown, and still it talks!
But will somebody answer:
How much is said that tends to help
Despondent fellow-man, sir?

And words of comfort, love and cheer
Are all not slow in giving?
Yet it's the joy we scatter here
That makes our lives worth living.

From birth till death it's talk, talk, talk!
But listen, please, and ponder:
What would it mean if speech meant thought?
Who would be dumb, I wonder?

The Man Who Made Umph-ta-ta Smile

A god once was made and heathen had prayed
To him throughout many a year;
His face was distort with a frown of the sort
That gave them all quakings of fear.
The rulers in line, of whom there'd been nine,
Each published this royal decree:
The man who'll beguile our fierce god to smile
May claim the King's crown as his fee.

From all the world o'er had come by the score
The jester, the fool and the clown;
With quip and with jest had each tried his best,
Yet not one displaced the god's frown.
Joe Miller and Twain had been quoted in vain,
(Each man as he failed was exiled.)
But failures all scored, the god still looked bored,
Then I appeared—and he smiled!

When his visage had cleared, the heathen all cheered
[47] And each wore a smile good to see;
With shouting and song they bore me along
Till straight to the King they'd brought me.
The King then stepped down, said
"Sir, here's my crown,
And gold you shall have by the pile,
But tell me, I pray, just what did you say
That made our god, Umph-ta-ta, smile?"

"Your crown and your pelf, Sire, keep for yourself,"
I said, "but pray listen to me:
I just made the trial— a smile for a smile —
And succeeded, Good King, as you see.
Of pomp, Noble Sire, and of power I should tire,
And soon think them not worth my while,
Contented I'll be if 't can be said of me:
'He's the man who makes everyone smile'.

"Pray heed me, O King, a smile, Sire is the thing
That will win you a smile in return;
Just try it and see, and I'm sure you'll agree
'Tis a thing that all people should learn.
Your wise pulpiteers may belabor your ears
With all the orthodox doctrines extant,
But if t' Heaven you'd go, then you might as well know
[48] 'Nless you smile throughout life—well, you can't!
There's nothing worth while can't be won with a smile —
A maxim you prove when you try—
I must now be gone to pass the word on;
There're others who need it. Good-bye!"

Myself and Me

C'est la Guerre

There are some folks, alas! I know
Who Fletcherize the calico
And pull out wads of hair
When now and then, as if by chance,
I lapse into the speech of France.
But—blame it on la guerre .

My accent's not Parisian, yet
It's tres bien , so said Lizette—
And surely she should know.
She never frowned and said non, non!
But she would smile and say, " Bon bon! "
Oui, oui , I get you, Bo!

Jolie Jeanne plays the Marseillaise!
I ball myself in many ways
When this I try to say.
But tres , merci , chere , and beaucoup
I say just like the Frenchies do—
Admit it, s'il vous plait .

Yet if each time I parlez vous
These friends must throw a fit or two
And shock their systems so,
I think I'll stick to plain Anglais
And say adieu to all Francais —
My Soldier-French won't go!

Spring Styles

Strictly Proper

Ol' Miss Propri'ty up an' say:
"Why will you chilluns ack this way?
Whenever I go out to walk
I see you two—an' people talk!

"Miss Grundy says to me today:
'They go to ride, an' stay an' stay .
How come her pa don't take a hand
An' call 'em down to beat the band?'

"I've tol' you time an' time again
A man should call but now and then ,
Unless the priest has called the banns
An' date's been set for jinin' han's.

"'Tain't proper, no, an' it ain't right
To call or ride mos' ev'ry night.
Hear now the last word that I'll say:
You break my rules—then you must pay! "

Ol' Miss Propri'ty, who are you
That you should tell us what to do?
Your mammy was a prissy scold,
Yer dad a crabbed "sis," I'm told.

You stick to rules your grandma 'ranged,
Despite the fac' that times have changed.
Propriety, Convention—these
[54] Are how determined, if you please?

Ol' Miss, if true I love this maid
Should I go slow and be afraid
Of what the neighbor-folk will say?
Nay, nay, a girl's not won that way!

There're nine and ninety swains, they say,
Who'd steal this maid. If I make hay
I needs must work despite the fogs,
And though it's raining cats and dogs.

Ol' Miss, if you could see her eyes
With laughter lit, or in surprise,
Or questioning, or looking grave,
Or beckoning—just hear me rave—

Could see the beauty of her face,
Her winsome ways, her lissom grace—
Ah, Miss, your rules you'd cast aside
And daily beg, "Dear, please come ride."

Then why not I? I'm human, too.
It's right for me if right for you.
You see I've got so much to say
I've gotta see her ev'ry day.

Ol' Miss she say, "My boy, you're right;
I now see things in diff'rent light.
My laws still rule the other guy,
But to your case they don't apply.

So tell her my permission's got
To call on her a nawful lot.
You've found me easy, have you lad?
All right, then try convincing Dad ."

18 to 45

I'm something over eighteen, yet
I'm under forty-five!
I've no flat feet, no leaky valves,
No wife and babes alive.
So—
With no dependent, no defect,
Not e'en a near-sight eye,
Methinks quite soon I'll hear you say:
"So long! Good luck! Good-bye!"

My putteed calves will look a sight—
I'm long, but short on weight—
My feet won't fit the Munson last,
My rising hour is eight.
But—
The army is gwine ter git me,
My name's done been enrolled.
I'd like to be a baby gal
Not more'n one year old!

I'm old enough, I'm young enough
To do some thing, I guess;
So I'll just stop my foolish talk
And say, "I'm ready, yes!"
[57] For
There's not a job, there's not a niche
But needs some man to fit.
For you and me there's just one thing:
Go in and do our bit!

They found a job, they found the niche
They said that I would fit;
And in Argonne one foggy morn
They said, "Now do your bit!"
Wow!
Old Jerry seemed to know I'd come;
His shells all came my way!
Ugh! Mustard gas! * * * Then mustered out—
I didn't last one day!

You Never Can Tell

An Ounce of Prevention

When first the Flu our old town hit
I said I'd keep from getting;
So I went home and with great care
I shut out drafts and shut out air.
I sprinkled sulphur in my shoes,
Then loaded up on blockade booze,
Some calomel and "C.C." pills,
Then castor oil up to my gills.
Each hour on soda I did feast;
I swallowed cakes of Fleischmann's yeast;
I ate ten onions, mighty nigh,
Then drank a slug of Good Old Rye;
Some asafoet'da round my neck,
Then took quinine, about a peck.
To keep from feeling all forlorn
I fraternized with Barleycorn;
Then aspirin, say twenty grains,
And codeine to keep off pains.
I chewed tobacco, smoked it, too,
Then took a dip of Mountain Dew.
I crawled in bed to get a rest,
Vick's Vaporub smeared on my chest.
[60] I changed to woolen underduds
And carried 'round two Irish spuds;
I sprayed and gargled, wore a mask,
Snuffed Listerine, then tried my flask.
I felt my pulse; at tongue a look,
And then my temper'ture I took.
But strange to say quite sick I grew—
The doctor says I've got the Flu!
I guess he's right, but this is sure:
Right now I need the likker cure.

Fear Not

Eat What's Set Before You

As children ofttimes we were wont
To criticise and fuss
About the victuals that were cooked
And served by ma to us:
"Too salty" this, and "too sweet" that;
"You've had this twice since Sunday;
You always have what others like,
You might please me just one day."
And so it went till pa would say:—
'Twas meant you could not doubt it—
"Just eat what's set before you and
Say nothin' 'tall about it."

Now we are grown and, seems to me,
Too often we're inclined
To criticise the things Fate gives,
And think this life a grind.
Some things may not just suit our taste,
Some e'en be quite unpleasant;
Someone may get the bigger share
And failure seem e'er present;
But then, let's think of pa's advice:—
It's sound, pray never doubt it—
"Just eat what's set before you and
[63] Say nothin' 'tall about it."

Life's road is rough—but what of that?
The man who'll growls forswear
Will top the hills ahead the crowd
All smiles, with breath to spare.
And so it goes this wide world o'er—
'Tis true for saint and sinner—
The man who silently will "dig"
Will always prove the winner.
That's why I say take pa's advice:—
Try once and you'll not doubt it—
"Just eat what's set before you and
Say nothin' 'tall about it."

Show Me

There is a dame I know you know,
Who'll make big talk, will brag and blow
About the waffles that she makes,
Also her corn and buckwheat cakes—
But always my cake's dough.

She tells of this or that one who
At breakfast, once ate twenty-two!
And when she feared that he would bust
He raved and railed and almost cussed,
And said he wa'n't half through.

I've hinted and I've begged this dame
To just for once treat me the same.
But always she the question begs,
Or's out of cream, or maybe eggs,
Or some excuse as lame.

Yet here am I, so thin and pale,
While she, dear soul, is plump and hale.
If she's the best cook in the South,
Why let me stand with watering mouth?—
She should be sent to jail!

Now, I'm from out Missouri way,
Where "Please show me," is what they say.
I'm hungry and too weak to walk,
So "Please feed me, or stop your talk!"
[65] I'll tell her this today.

A pawfull and a mawfull I
Must have or else I fear I'll die.
Her talk does naught but aggravate;
It does not help my famished state
Nor hunger satisfy.

Unless I get a waffle quick,
Unless I get it awful quick,
I'd better beat her up, I guess,
And mar her beauty more or less—
Unless I get it quick!

Damfino Jones

Damfino Jones, a mental drone,
Had no opinion of his own;
He grew to manhood meek and mild,
But he was Indecision's child,
It was the same in weal or woe:
He "wasn't sure," or "didn't know."
In business he would hesitate
To buy or sell until too late;
So, naturally he ran in debt—
But hasn't run back out as yet.
When asked when he a debt would pay
He "couldn't just exactly say."
In romance he just "couldn't just exactly say."
If he loved Blanche or Isabel—
He married Jane, and, safe to say,
'Twas she who kept the wolf at bay.
And with religion, mixed he got
When asked if orthodox or not.
In politics he'd weigh and weigh,
And then not vote on 'lection day.
And so he wavered till he died
And never did one thing decide.
Now I don't know, but it is said
[67] He isn't now quite sure he's dead.
Take note of men who've made success:
They tell you "No" or tell you "Yes"
Right off the bat, nor step aside
When faced with questions to decide;
While men like Jones just paw the air
And never do get anywhere.
This truth shines out like bright new tin:
Think for yourself if you would win .

Silent Bill

I have a friend called "Silent Bill,"
Aged ten, so says the Bible;
To me, in years, no word he's said—
Strange truth and not base libel.
He seems quite bright, and sees and hears—
In fact you'd think him normal;
But not a sound comes from his lips,
Not e'en to greeting formal.

When he's at home, so I am told,
It's talk, talk, talk, and chatter;
When I'm around, why is he dumb?
Explain, what is the matter?
Am I an ogre fierce and wild
With looks and mien ferocious
That cause to cling unto its roof
The tongue of this precocious?

"Oh, no!" says he, "you're not to blame."
(The answer comes by proxy.)
"The fault's not yours, but all guilt lies
With my dear mother, foxy.
I'd like to talk of lots of things—
But ain't my ma the limit?
She starts her tongue—so what's the use?
[69] I'm out, 'less I butt-in it."

"It's 'seen not heard,' so I've been told,
Or else a strapping vi'lent.
I fear the gad, and that's why I
Remain still Bill-the-silent.
Now, when you scrap about her size
I'm mum, but try to figger
How she could squeeze in through the door
If she were any bigger."

"But when she twits you 'bout the thatch
You've lost from off your attic,
I'd like to reprimand her then
In language quite emphatic.
I've waited long and ground my teeth,
And frowned upon her patter;
But I'm convinced she'll ne'er run down—
She's stuffed with ceaseless chatter."

Buster Boy

I have a friend called "Buster"—
A little child last Fall—
But now he's grown so very big
I scarce know him at all.
Almost a man! His folks are proud
And fairly beam with joy;
But I—I feel I'd rather cry;
For I—I've lost my boy .

No more he'll perch upon my knee
And ask me to relate
How Li Chi Fair and Chang-the-Good
Were saved from saddest fate.
And Jelly Jar and Big Black Bear
He'll treat with sneering scorn
And say, "Now please do stop and think
How long since I was born."

Time flies so fast it takes my breath!
Soon he'll forget it all—
The rhymes we wrote, the games we played,
None, none will he recall.
The world may praise him as a MAN —
God knows I wish him joy—
But I—I'll brush away a tear
And long for Buster Boy .

Not Forgetting Dad

Chromatic

Enuf!

The Evening Bath

I try to read—but really, what's the use?
You'd think, I swear, 'twas Bedlam broken loose;
A scream! And then I hear, "Oh mercy! Ouch! My ear!
I surely cannot stand all this abuse!
You're gouging me and pulling out my hair;
My skin's rubbed off—'tis more than I can bear!
Now really you're not heeding or you'd see my nose is bleeding!
I believe you would kill me if you dared!"

I jump up from my chair and grab my gun;
I must be quick or murder will be done;
I rush across the hall and loudly 'gin to call:
"Unnatural parent, wouldst thou slay thy son?",
Upon the door I then begin to beat,
And straightway hear the scamper of bare feet;
Then "Mother" stood and laughed, said, "Surely you've gone daft—
I'm only giving them their evening bath."

She calmed herself and then she sweetly said,
"I always scrub 'em 'fore they go to bed;
[77] But don't see why my daughter should have such fear of water;
And Buster,—why, it simply drives him mad!
I really don't see what I'm going to do,
Despite the fact it greatly worries you;
Of course it may seem mean but I'm going to keep them clean—
And I don't know how unless I scrub 'em down."

The Dirty-Neck Policeman and the Black Hand

Oh, run! Oh, mercy, run! you little children,
Just as fast and quickly as you can!
For here comes the Dirty-Neck Policeman,
And I'm sure I see the Black-Hand man.

So, scrub, scrub, scrub your little hannies,
And your necks, pray don't forget them, dears;
These men will surely get you if you're dirty;
They'll pay no attention to your tears.

The Dirty-neck Policeman he jes' grabs you,
And if he finds your neck's not clean and white,
He carries you away in spite of begging,
And keeps you from your mother all that night!

Next day his ugly wife gets soap and water,
And scrubs you with a great big curry-comb;
And if you cry she fills your mouth with soap-suds,
Till you promise you will keep clean when you get home.

Do You Believe in Santa Claus?

"Aw, youse kids make me orful tired,
Talkin' 'bout Sandy Claws!
Huh! Don'tcher know he's jest a fake,
And nothin' 'cept our pas?

"When your ma tells you all this rot,
Don't believe her no more;
Get wise! I've watched and seen pa work—
Dere bluffin' makes me sore."

"O Jim! You shouldn't say such things!"
The rest intreated him,
"For if you do you'll make him mad,
And he'll forget you, Jim."

"Of course Old Santa's sure-nuff true,
An' comes 'round every year
An' brings you things, if you are good—
We think him just a dear.

"The fairies, you'll be saying next,
Are make-believes also.
Just 'cause you're tough (our mas say so)
Is no sign that you know."

Well, Christmas morning came, and Jim
His stockings rushed to see.
He took one look and then he cried,
[81] "They're empty as can be!"

But then he found, by hunting 'round,
A suit of underwear,
A tooth-brush and a handkerchief
Upon a kitchen chair.

He cried and cried and then ran out—
Was anxious so to see
If others in the neighborhood
Had fared the same as he.

But Mary had a baby doll,
And Jamie had a sled;
Virginia had some roller skates,
An air-gun had small Fred.

Besides, much candy they all had,
And lots and lots of toys
And things that Santa always brings
To real good girls and boys.

"Now fellers, w'at's the answer, say?
I'm mad enough to swear!
I needed skates—why did I get
A suit of underwear?

"It seems that you-uns ev'ry one
Has got most everything
That you have said for weeks you hoped
That Sandy Claws would bring."

Shaving Time

When Dad gets out his safety
The family 'gin to quake;
They huddle 'round the doorway,
Nor dare the silence break.

When Dad gets out his safety,
A hush falls on the air
And Fido runs to hide him
Beneath a friendly chair.

Then Ma, she tiptoes gently
To fetch him water hot,
And lest he want for towels
She lays him out a lot.

One of us goes for talcum,
And one for shaving soap;
Another gets witch hazel,
Cold cream and smelly dope.

Then we withdraw us quickly
And watch him from afar;
A safety's mighty dang'rous—
[83] It wouldn't do to jar.

With face all white and soapy
He scrapes his cheeks and chin;
The way he frowns and winces
It surely hurts like sin.

But when the job is over
And Dad looks clean and young,
We all resume our breathing,
And songs of praise are sung.

As Dad cleans up his safety
You ought to see him strut
And brag about how easy 'tis
His face to never cut.

When Dad's put 'way his safety
He laughs with fiendish glee
To think the grasping barber
From him will get no fee.

But ev'ry silver lining
Has dark clouds lurking near:
Tomorrow morn Dad's safety
Brings back our hour of fear.

The Big Black Bear

Come, bear with me, I'll tell to you
Of Big Black Bears with children two;
Of Father Bear, too ready to dare,
And Mother, and the cross she bare.
'Twas "Cinnabar" and "Blackberry" that Pa Bear his children named;
But simply "Bairns" was nicer far, the mother stoutly claimed.
A lively time these children had, of pleasures had no lack;
The thing that tickled them the most was bareback pick-a-pack.
This man Bear was, oh! so wicked and sly,
He'd steal and then tell you a barefaced lie;
The older he grew the more he would fight—
Stuck on himself 'cause he could read and write.

This Big Black Bear was a grouchy bear,
And a cross old bear was he;
He snapped and clawed and bristled and pawed
And growled ferociously!
This Big Black Bear broke open the door
And walked right into the groc'ry store;
He ate all the sugar, he ate all the ham,
And left not a cent for the groc'ryman.
He wrapped up honey and choice candies
And he then left a note: "Just charge 'em, please;
I'm gaunt and sore, I've come a distance,
[85] And take enough for bare existence."

The grocer, next morn, collected some men
And tracked the foot-prints right up to the den;
The Cubs, when they came, were out all alone,
But raced through cubbyholes cut in the stone.
The Bears laid low, kept out of sight,
Cubs snuggled down like it was night.
"All right," said the men, "we'll sure get you yet!"
And then went to work a big trap to set.
They got it all fixed and placed on the ground,
And then lots of honey scattered around;
And then, lest some traveler its sight should miss,
They nailed up a sign that looked just like this:

As soon as they had gone quite a while
Old Pa Bear sneaked out, then called with a smile;
"Come out, hustle up, there's nothing to fear;
There's honey enough for all of us here!"
[86] "To me," says Ma, "this thing spells ruin;
I feel that there is trouble brewin'!"
"Tut, tut!" says Pa, "just like a fool!
'Tis plain you never went to school.
If you could read you'd plainly see
That this was sent a gift to me.
'Bee-ware' is honey, surely you know;
And 'For-Bear' is what it says below.
Now cubbies, you see how much you need
To learn right soon to write and to read.
So study real hard, become a power—
A Cub reporter, some day, or maybe the bar."
"Dip in," said he, "la, la it's swell!"
And then let out an awful yell!!——
For the trap had sprung and caught him fair——
The fam'ly quickly ran to the lair.
Then ping!! crack!! crack!! a loud report!!
"All in!" cried they, "Oh, my, what sport!"
They skinned him and carried away the dead;
But not a pall-bearer once bared his head.
On this Bear's sad end the grocer oft does gloat—
What's now left of Pa is a big winter coat.
When the weather's cold (not immodest nor sin)
The Grocer comes forth just in his bear skin.
The Cubs, thus bereft, were frightened quite,
They sobbed and they cried with all of their might.
"Come, Bairns," said Ma, "let's off to the wood;
I'll get you a new pa who'll do as Bears should."
She did it and made a most excellent wife,
And all are now living the happiest life.

Missing You

INDEX

	PAGE
Greetings	9
Introspection	10
An Acknowledgment	11
Pay! Pay!! Pay!!	12
Taffy and the Man	13
Myself vs. Me	15
To "The Quiet Observer"	16
A bas Polyanna	18
If You'd Marry	19
To My Valentine	20
All Mine in Dreams	22
Should Dreams Come True	23
Lotus Eating	24
Fergit Dem Dreams	25
Fickleness of Maidens	28
Constancy—As Applied to One Man	29
Handle With Care	30
The One and the Only	31
My Garden	33
My Threnody	35
Eternity	36
A Medley :
I, 'Ear, Noes	38
Ode to a Sylphine Figure	38
Feelin' Blue	39
A Bare Story	39
A Truth	40
Hooverize	40
Fine	40
Fugax, Sequax; Sequax, Fugax	41
A Betrayal of Irish Ancestry	41
Exit Cooky	41
The Limit	41
Safety First	42
Unbearable	42
Wrong Prescription	42
Seeing Double	43
Wisdom	43
Just Talk	44
The Man Who Made Umph-ta-ta Smile	46
Myself and Me	49
C'est la Guerre	50
Spring Styles	51
Strictly Proper	53
18 to 45	56
You Never Can Tell	58
An Ounce of Prevention	59
Fear Not	61
Eat What's Set Before You	62
Show Me	64
Damfino Jones	66
Silent Bill	68
Buster Boy	70
Not Forgetting Dad	71
Chromatic	73
Enuf!	74
The Evening Bath	76
The Dirty-Neck Policeman and the Black Hand	78
Do You Believe in Santa Claus?	80
Shaving Time	82
The Big Black Bear	84
Missing You	87

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Fickleness of Maidens.
Constancy—As Applied to One Man.
The One and The Only.
Handle With Care.
My Garden.
My Threnody.
Eternity.

18 TO 45.
You Never Can Tell.
An Ounce of Prevention.
Fear Not.
Eat What's Set Before You.
Show Me.
Damfino Jones.
Silent Bill.
Buster Boy.
Not Forgetting Dad.

The Evening Bath (Apartment Next Door).
The Dirty-Neck Policeman and the Black-Hand.
Do You Believe in Santa Claus?
Shaving Time.
The Big Black Bear.