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ESOTERIC ODE. I remember, ob, yes, I remember, When light was beginning to dawn, I floated : bout in the ether A poor little atom forlorn. And how in the darkness and chaos Your form was the first to appear; You were only a molecule, darling, But such a sweet molecule, dear T remember, oh, yes, I remember, ‘The days that we spent in a pool, Among the Silurian meadows, When things were beginning to cool, Although Iam sure Iwas happy, I think our appearance was queer; You were only a poilywog, darling, Bipt such a sweet pollywog, dear. T remember, oh, yes, I remember, ‘The time that we spent in a cave, I lately suw in a collection Some bones which you helped me engrave. The plaques you now paint are quite different, uur improvemer ly a troglodyte, darling, But such a sweet troglatyte, dear. T remember, oh, yes, I remember, How life in Arcadia ran, When wandering down by the river T remember, oh, yes, I remember, ‘The first time you asked me to call ; A cycte has passed since that morning And one since last night at the ball, The time is so long when y And passes so quick when ye For you are my sweetheart, my darling, We frequently met the god Pan ; That twist a da Psyche you're wearing Brings those golden ages so near; You were only a dryad, my darling, But such a sweet dryad, my dear And such a sweet sweetheart, my dear. VALUE RECEIVED. dry-man didn’t get a very good polish on your shirt-bosoms. “TIAMONTS VOS DRUMPS.” tnis week, Geor, N Appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Sondheim, under the elec'ric Musband. Well, it’s as good a polish as I could expect for the $1.48 Lowe him.” fight, at the Dinkelspiel wedding BROWNING CUT. First young lady— Do you know, | don’t think Browning is nearly so nice as he used to be, He uses slang dreadfully.” Second young lady (shocked) —" Is that so?” First young lady—" Nes: | was looking over ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’ the other day, and he actually says * Rats!" in a line all by itself.” WOULD MAKE Second young lady—* Wow very vul I sha'n't read his poems any more, though I used to think they \ : HE WAS A MASCOT. “Tthought you said you were xrowled the captain of the nine that had just been beaten to a colored boy that had been hired before the game began. “ Dat’s right, boss; Liser mahscot, but I’se de mahscot fer de oder side.” 1 mascot A GO OF IT. “Well, Bailey, are you going to make ayo of your business 2” * Yes, indeed; it looks as if it would go down.” IT WOULD INDEED. Old Mrs. Bentley—"\ see the newspaper says that in a fight with a burglar old Mr. Stock- ing barely escaped with his life.” Old Mr. Rentley—"\t would have been funny if he'd escaped without his li INFINITE RICHES IN LITTLE ROOM. Read in an album : “The ambitious use their friends like the rounds of a ladder—first, climbing up by them, and then pressing them beneath their feet as they mount higher.” “Why is Truth always represented as naked ? Because everybody wants to dress her out to suit himself.” DANGER! ‘Sweet Mistress Kate doth play with hearts As with the petals of a flower ; “ He loves me" and “* He loves me not,” Tt comes and goes with every hour. Beware, beware, good Mistress Kate! The game and you will disagree. At Tlove him” perchance you'll stop, And then you'll find he loves not thee. HIS LOVE’S LIQUID EYES. * My love's liquid eyes with tears are dim- med,” sang the poet. “should advise you to philter them and DAMPENED HOPES. Romeo Swurit (ina stage whisper) ela, Emelia readily obeyed, but in the moment of dearest, just drop that awning and shut us from your papa's view above while {imprint a kiss on thy sweet mouth.” make clear again,” suggested the poet's prosaic friend, expected bliss forgot that it had rained all night, and about a barrel of water had accumulated in the awning. comicbooks.com