"PARIS MOVES THE WAIST-LINE."
_American Paper._
But it is believed that the young man's strong right arm will succeed in
rediscovering it.
* * * * *
"SUMMER-TIME"
(_with some moral reflections_).
To-day I left my downy lair
An hour before my wont;
But do I consequently wear
An unctuous smile? I don't.
If with the early lark's ascent
I soared from out my bed, it
Is to an Act of Parliament
That I must give the credit.
When I escape, in butter's dearth,
The fault of waxing fat,
Calmly I view my modest girth
And take no praise for that;
Not mine the glory when my soul
Abjures its ruling passion;
'Tis his, the lord of Food-control,
Who fixed my sugar-ration.
Hampered by regulations for
The chastisement of crime--
Arson and theft and marrying more
Than one wife at a time--
I like to feel some sins there be
For which the law can't hurt you,
In whose regard your heart is free
To follow vice or virtue.
Of one temptation I rejoice
Especially to think,
That leaves me loose to take my choice--
My reference is to DRINK;
Here, where as yet no rules apply
By Pussyfeet dictated,
The merit's mine whenever I
Am not inebriated.