DARWINISM IN THE KITCHEN. Here my heart began to thump, And no wonder I felt funky; For the frog, with one big jump, Leaped hisself into a monkey. Then I opened wide my eyes, And observed, with great surprise, But he vanished from my sight, Come inside the kitching door. Then, beginnin' to abuse me, 61 She says, "Sarah, you've been drinkin'!" I says, "No, mum, you'll excuse me, But I've merely been a-thinkin'. "But as sure as I'm a cinder, Have developed from a flea.” UNKNOWN. THE LITTLE PEACH. A little peach in the orchard grew- One day, passing the orchard through, Those two. Up at the peach a club he threw- She took a bite and he a chew, Mon Dieu ! And then the trouble began to brew- Too true. Under the turf where the daisies grew They planted John and his sister Sue And their little souls to the angels flew Boo-hoo! ANY ONE WILL DO. But what of the peach of emerald hue, Adieu ! EUGENE FIELD. ANY ONE WILL DO. A maiden once, of certain age, Departing from the usual course Was perched above-the mousing fowl! "Oh, give! a husband give!" she cried, "While yet I may become a bride; 63 Soon will my day of grace be o'er, And none to meet me there above! "Oh, 'tis a fate too hard to bear! In deep base tones cried, "Who-who-who!" "Who, Lord? And dost thou ask me who? Why, any one, good Lord, will do." UNKNOWN. LINES BY AN OLD FOGY. I'm thankful that the sun and moon But some reforming ass Would recommend to take them down And light the world with gas. UNKNOWN. THE MAN WHO BRINGS THE ICE. 65 CONVERSATIONAL. "How's your father?" came the whisper, Conversation flagged a moment, Hopeless Ned essayed another: "Annie, I-I," then a coughing, And the question, "How's your mother?" "Mother? Oh, she's doing finely!" Fleeting fast was all forbearance, When in low, despairing accents, Came the climax, "How's your parents?" UNKNOWN. THE MAN WHO BRINGS THE ICE. The man with the melon is welcome still, |