Life — April 13, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Spring’s Revenge. ATHER TIME in bis office was sitting, When be happened to spy Acalendar nigh, “Goodness mo!” he exclaimed, “ how I'm flitting— My days are just scurrying by. “Tbe world has used up tho whole winter, And demands the next stage At the turn of the page; I declare one must be u real sprinter To keep up with the pace of this age. “Here, Spring, get your garlands and flowers; With laughter and mirth You must skip down to earth, Tako plenty of sunshine and showers, And hurry for all you are worth.” Then said Spring, with a poutof unreason, “Oh, please, Father dear, Lot me off just this year; I hate the earth more every season, It’sa silly, absurd little sphere!” “Why, my child,” said old Father Time, frowning, “They are waiting, you know, And of course you must go, Tho poots thelr Queen would be crowning. What on earth has offended you so?” “Spring odes, lays and ballads they fashion, I've known one man to pen As many as ten! And I vow "—bere she flew in a passion— “ T never will go thero again!” “Well, of course you can’t help their admiring,” Said Timo, looking wise, “So I would advise That you travel Incog., by attiring Yourself in some sort of disguise.” “Ob, Time, what a clever suggestion ! "Tis the very best thing,” Exclaimed giddy young Spring. “Now, what shall I wear?— that’s the question, When my merry way earthward I wing. “Here's a snow robe of Winter's, that’s jolly; T'll take it to wear, And I'll stick in my hair Some mistletoe sprays and some holly— They'll never know me, 1 declare!” “Come, come,” said old Time, “you must hurry, "Tis Feb. 28, March 1 is yout date, And I'm in a sad state of worry, For I'm morally sure you'll be late.” “All right,” answered Spring, “I am going.” Her mantle she drew Around her, and flew Down to earth, where "twas blowing and snowing— She crept in, and nobody knew. Carolyn Wells, The Ant and the Grass- hopper. (LA CIGALE” UP TO DATE.) GRASSHOPPER wasted all the frosty days of winter in gayly skating o’er the frozen lake, while a pru- dent ant improved each gloomy hdur by cutting ice and storing it away. When the summer was come, and the thermometer registered one hundred and eight degrees in the shade, the grass- hopper approached the ant for a loan of three dollars, But the ant, who loaned money only on good security, suid: “What were you doing all last winter? ”- “ Skating.” “Ab, well! Pitch bay now.” So the hungry grasshopper went to the hayficld, where he dropped dead from a sunstroke, while the ant sat va the shady side of his house, drinking ice- cold lemonade and reading French novels, MORAL, Cut ice in the dark, cold days of win- ter, or you will have to make hay while the sun shines. S&P. Fair Warning. ISITOR (in Brooklyn): trolley line lead to the cemetery? Does the Citiz, Yes, if one isn’t very carcful, _ Their Uses. fe: A ND of what use,” cried the female va orator, ina fine burst of satire, “are women io this world? Ask any man, and what will be tell you?” “My father says,” cried a small boy in the audience, *‘ that they are good to raise children, biscuit and hell.”