Life — December 26, 1901 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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568 A Bourgeois Ballade, This is but a simple jangle, Telling howe one freefrom guile Got into a fearful tangle Thro’ a skipping-rope and smite, | ORLTS vas a butcher's “daughter, Slender, tall, and fair to see, With a smile her mother taught her In her tender in- faney. Philip's father was a pieman, Famous for his buns and cakes, But a rusty, crusty Timon— Such as Nature seldom bakes. Philip with some pies was tripping On an errand, when he first Saw the smiling Doris skipping Rope with links of wéener-rurst. PAitip with come ples was tripping. Saw the smiling Doris etippiny. Faster flew her feet and faster, Philip's heart beat pitapat, (Love, the trickster; Love, the master, Was responsible for that.) From that day throughout the seasons Philip husbanded his pay ; (But, for sentimental reasons, Versified his time away.) Till, when he had safely gathered Twenty nickels in his store, He reflected that his father’d Better know ere he did more . Fcome to fad sour daughter. ‘I've some news to tell you, Papa,” Bashful Philip meekly said ; “ For [think it only proper You should know I mean to wed.” Loudly jeered the cruel parent, Sneering * Pish!" and likewise “ Tush: “ Why, you ne'er-do-well, you daren’t ; Who'll supply your milk and mush I've funds to burn,” im ere his ire Took a more abusive tum. Left him and proceeded straightway To the burly butcher's store, Found him leaning in the gate-way, With his apron steeped in gore. “ Well, my little man, what is it? Cutlets, rufled grouse, or lamb? Whence the pleasure of this visit? Sweetbreads, leber-eurst, or ham?” “ Sir, I come to find your daughter ; Come to find and make her mine— Feeling if I once besought her, could ne'er my love decline.” Harshly laughed the sanguinary Villain worthy of the stage, Till a sudden fancy merry Dissipated quite his rage. “Step within and see my daughter, Suitor blithe and debo- nair, Speak the message you have brought her, You'll receive her an- swer there.” Joyfully, our Phi:ip entered, (Simple soul, devoid of guile!) Thinking that creation centered In the charming maiden’s smile. “ Lovely fairy,” cried he loudly, “Take a trusting pieboy’s heart. I will guard you, O so proudly ! Tet us never, never part!" But—the while our hero's cup is Running o’er with rapture sweet— « Let him join the other puppies,” Suiled his Doris; ‘‘ it is meet!” PAMIp lest hien eve dis te Took a more abusive turn, Then the rash, tempestuous tyrant (Never was a man so mean !) Thrust the overbold aspirant In his sausage-meat machine. . . ° Philip's gone—yes, gone before us, And his soul's at rest, I hope ; Tho’ the ever-smiling Doris Has a brand-new skipping-rope ! J. H. Holtiday. comicbooks.com