In this world there are people scrambling for coin;
There are others, we know, who are seeking for fame.
All will-o’-the-wispers seem eager to join
In this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.
But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,
And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:
They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:
“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”
[Illustration: _Drawn by Charles W. Kahles._
_The Annual Dinner._]