By Warford Frederick.
A sweet
Conceit
Is its own excuse,
I think, don’t you?
I hope you do.
Two neat,
Small feet
And a shoestring loose.
I bend, don’t you,
Before that shoe?
One glance at the shoe and two at the silk,
And an ankle showing as white as milk;
And I tie a knot that will slip again!
For that is ever the way with men.
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It is a rare man, girls, who shakes the furnace as he shakes his
shoulders.
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Verily much Mazuma goeth over the bar the cash register knoweth not of.
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There are lots of men who treat tomorrow and treat yesterday, but never
treat today.
_Jest Jokes and Jingles_
That Girl You Lost!
Long though a man recalls the achievements of his life, yet it is quite
often the little things he failed to achieve that linger longest in his
memory; even after he has forgotten her name and whether her eyes were
brown or blue.
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