OLD GRIMES BY ALBERT GORTON GREENE Old Grimes is dead, that good old man He used to wear a long black coat His heart was open as the day, Whene'er he heard the voice of pain, Kind words he ever had for all; He knew no base design: His eyes were dark and rather small, His nose was aquiline. He lived at peace with all mankind, Unharm'd, the sin which earth pollutes He pass'd securely o'er, And never wore a pair of boots But good old Grimes is now at rest, He modest merit sought to find, He had no malice in his mind, His neighbors he did not abuse Was sociable and gay: He wore large buckles on his shoes, His knowledge hid from public gaze, He did not bring to view, Nor made a noise town-meeting days, As many people do. His worldly goods he never threw Thus undisturb'd by anxious cares, His peaceful moments ran; And everybody said he was A fine old gentleman. MISS LEGION BY BERT LESTON TAYLOR She is hotfoot after Cultyure; No literary shrine so far But she is there to kneel; And Her favorite bunch of reading Of course she's up on pictures— You'll always notice her. She qualifies approval Of a Titian or Corot, She throws a fit of rapture When she comes to Bouguereau. And when you talk of music, Why, she's Music's devotee. She will tell you that Beethoven Always makes her wish to pray, And "dear old Bach!" his very name, She says, her ear enchants; But Her favorite piece is Weber's "Invitation to the Dance." HAVE YOU SEEN THE LADY? BY JOHN PHILIP SOUSA "Have I told you the name of a lady? Have I told you the name of a dear? 'Twas known long ago, And ends with an O; You don't hear it often round here. Have I talked of the eyes of a lady? Have I talked of the eyes that are bright? Their color, you see, Is B-L-U-E; They're the gin in the cocktail of light. Have I sung of the hair of a lady? Have I sung of the hair of a dove? It's the fizz in the champagne of love. Can you guess it-the name of the lady? She is sweet, she is fair, she is coy. Your guessing forego, It's J-U-N-O; She's the mint in the julep of joy." |