Life — September 13, 1883 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“Woutp Pussy LIKE A LITTLE TEA? "T WILL BRACE HER UP.” SHE BRACED ; THOUGH SHE WAS NOT PAR- TO HOT DRINKS. BALLADE. HE wears the daintiest of clothes, The most bewitching style of hat, She always has a troop of beaus Who ne'er can find out what she's at ; She's always bright und fond of fun, And you should hear her play the flute ; But, oh, ye gods what have I done?— I've seen her in her bathing suit ! I scarce had met this charmer fair, When I, a captive at her feet, Determined to do all and dare To win this maid of all most sweet. I waited on her morn and noon, I brought her offerings, flowers, fruit ; But, oh, ye gods, what have I done — I've seen her in her bathing suit ! I thought her sometimes half divine, Too fair, too sweet for this cold sphere; In dreams I dared to call her mine, Then waked to shed a hopeless tear. Now paled my star, eclipsed my sun, Faded my love, romance to boot, For, ob, ye gods, what have I done? I've seen her in her bathing suit ! L'Exvol, My earnest suit was scarce begun, Cupid had hardly aimed to shoot, When, oh, ye gods, what could be done ?— I saw her in her bathing suit ! Oh, read this lesson as ye run, Ye youths whom Cupid e’er does shoot : If e’er a maiden would be won, Do n't view her in her bathing suit. James B, Townsenv. NARRAGANSETT Pier, August, 1883. comicbooks.com