Here’s to the woman of days gone by;
(May we meet her kind above!)
The woman for whom a man would die,
The woman who ruled by love;
Who didn’t harangue and who didn’t parade,
In whose home it was sweet to dwell;
Who believed in raising children,
And not in raising hell!
* * * * *
“Why so thin, my pretty maid?”
“I’m on a fast, kind sir,” she said.
“And how fast are you now?” he said,
“That’s none of your affair,” she said.
* * * * *
Lady of the House—You may go to your room now and change your dress.
John, the butler, will show you the way.
Maid (fussed)—Oh, I know how myself, missus.
_California Beach Nuts_