Life — August 23, 1900 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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-LIFE- 153 i ——_=—— ‘Then he teas stuck—had he said “ Jimm’ny!" For rhymes to chimney. It was plain He had to rhyme—for should he cease He must forever hold his peace. He tried to shout, he tried to call. : gaan om ; It would have saved him many a pang. Z ame But, no! he could not stoop to slang. = 1 Na In vain he writhed and racked his brain * He could not hail a passing car." “ He must have been a man of means! In this, the age of magazines!” Thear you say. Ah, reader, wait Till you have heard his awful fate. You will not then expatiate Upon his fortune.— Well, one night A burglar came, and at the sight, “ Or buy a paper on the street.’ The truth fell on him like a pall. There isn't any rhyme at all To chimney.— When they searched the room They found it silent as a tomb. For years they advertised in vain. They never heard of him again. Quiver Herford. “He could not rise to give his seat,” ‘The rhymster took a fearful fright. The only avenue for flight Was up the chimney; here he climbed Until he stuck—and then he rhymed As follows : “ Goodness gracious me! “T'm stuck as tight as tight can be! “Oh, dear, P'm inan auful plight, * Teannot budge to left or right, “ Or up—or down this avoful chimney!" Sona tents ermiernene comichoo!