[In the manner of Laura Blackburn.]
_I quested Love with timid feet,
And many qualms and perturbations--
Hoping yet fearing we should meet,
Because I knew my limitations._
_When Love I spied I fetched a sigh--
A sigh a Tristan might expire on:
"I must apologize," said I,
"For not resembling Georgie Byron."_
_Love laughed and said, "You know I'm blind,"
And pinched my ear, the little cutie!
"Her heart and yours shall be entwined,
Tho' you were twice as shy on beauty."_
* * *
Throwing self-interest to the winds, a Chicago sweetshop advertises:
"That we may have a part in the effort to bring back normal conditions
and reduce the high cost of living, our prices on chocolates and
bon-bons are now one dollar and fifty cents per pound."
* * *
Persons who are so o. f. as to like rhyme with their poetry may discover
another reason for their preference in the following passage, which
Edith Wyatt quotes from Oscar Wilde:
"Rime, that exquisite echo which in the Muse's hollow hill creates and
answers its own voice; rime, which in the hands of the real artist
becomes not merely a material element of material beauty, but a
spiritual element of thought and passion also, waking a new mood, it may
be, or stirring a fresh train of ideas, or opening by mere sweetness and
suggestion of sound some golden door at which the Imagination itself had
knocked in vain; rime which can turn man's utterance to the speech of
gods"--
* * *
We promised Miss Wyatt that the next time we happened on the parody of
Housman's "Lad," we would reprint it; and yesterday we stumbled on it.
Voila!--