Exploring wilds of Central Park, Famed Harlem's mountains broken, FLORA. You wretch! how dare you mock me so At every word I utter? FRANK (proudly). Well, I'm no cage-bred pet, you know, FLORA (sarcastically). But when the cold December blast Through leafless boughs came moaning, Or stones by impish urchins cast Your carols turned to groaning, I guess you'd find your "freedom" sweet And change for birdie's cage and meat FRANK. Bah! give to those who fear the strife, No Esau I to barter life And all it yields for pottage! Not all the gold of Wall Street Jews To one dull spot should pin me, With "earth before me where to choose," And life aglow within me! FLORA. Ah me! no cloud the spirit dims When now no more we proudly stand 'Tis then we miss the loving hand- FRANK (smiling). Aha! there spoke the sex, ma mie! Live single and be lonely!" Well, well, don't frown, my pretty sage— But, if I'm destined to the cage, DAVID KER. IN THE CONSERVATORY. "BUT we must return! What will they say? Yes, I know it's awful nice In the window here, from the others away, With a taste, now and then, of the ice, And now and then of Oh, you wretch! That you should illustrate thus with a sketch "No matter how naughty. There! you have spoiled The classical Grecian knot' In which you like my hair to be coiled, Other mischief you haven't done! You're just Real naughty! You squeeze like a vise! Why can't you men take something on trust, And be more dainty and nice? "There! I'm ready, now. more? What! just one Oh! aren't you a darling tease? And love me so?—one, two, three, four! I'm almost afraid of the parlor glare: EARL MARBLE. THE AMATEUR SPELLING-MATCH. SINCE spelling-matches everywhere Why should not we, too, "do and dare?" Spell "spoons." you say? "What! such a word!" "But fit for kitchen-school? |