What conversazzhyonies wuz I real… For that, you must remember, wuz a… The camp wuz new ‘nd noisy, ’nd on… So fashionable sossiety wuz hardly… There hadn’t been no grand events…

Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,

Should painter attach to a fair hu… The thick, turgid neck of a stalli… Or depict a spruce lass with the t… I am sure you would guy the rapsca… Believe me, dear Pisos, that just…

Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over… And the rich little lady puts out… As she looks at her own white, dai… And wishes that she could wear a g…

Oh, come with me to the Happy Isl… In the golden haze off yonder, Where the song of the sun-kissed b… And the ocean loves to wander. Fragrant the vines that mantle tho…

In Mrs. Potter’s latest play The costuming is fine; Her waist is made decollete— Her skirt is new design.

Be tranquil, Dellius, I pray; For though you pine your life away With dull complaining breath, Or speed with song and wine each d… Still, still your doom is death.

Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There children play in daytime

To-day I strayed in Charing Cros… With thinking of my home and frien… There was no water in my eyes, but… And my heart lay like a sodden, so… This way and that streamed multitu…

(EGYPTIAN FOLK-SONG) Grim is the face that looks into t… Over the stretch of sands; A sullen rock in a sea of white— A ghostly shadow in ghostly light,

A tortuous double iron track; a st… A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coa… Some postal cars, and baggage, too… With buffers, duffers, switches, a… This is the Orient’s novel pride,…

In the market of Clare, so cheery… Of the shops and the booths of the… That I take a delight on a Saturd… In walking that way and in viewing… For it’s here that one sees all th…

Swing high and swing low While the breezes they blow - It’s off for a sailor thy father w… And it’s here in the harbor, in si… He hath left his wee babe with my…

Thar showed up out’n Denver in th… A man who’d worked with Dana on t… His name wuz Cantell Whoppers, ‘n… Ez he walked inter the orfice ’nd… Thar warn’t no places vacant then,…

Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls go… Bearing their packs and crooning a… And this is the song the hill-folk…