Sport ‘By Maud Chegwidden I counted him my friend, until he said, 2 * # THE CAUTIOUS LOVER Sweetheart with the laughing eyes, _ Little angel in disguise, 2 Now, | ‘Tm enthralled; your smile antlered BY NEWBOLD NOYES iy With bright eyes startled, and I hear the | I kiss And ‘Cause And rush _ There’s something I must understand. | See Excuse my frankness, dear, I beg, But tell me—can you fry an egg? ' looking at him, I see an head: Before I ask your heart and hand {By your shy, enslaving glances KISSES “Tt wounded one, but lost it in the brush.” Of anguished hooves; I feel the violent : From delicate nostrils, as he loses pace, Bayer | onan falls amid his blood. Go quickly en- Pray, | try to be polite and To show how much But gee! I’m glad she A kiss that’s full of to that piteous hiding place! trances, | | I loved you then, I love you still mt ven : darn my socks I always ‘ Ww 3 ‘Dear heart,I hate to coax and wheedle But bee? me—can you thread a nee- He Had His Way. ‘Dear, you set my heart a-tremble; | Nymphs of Venus you resemble; ‘You're a stunning dresser, too, ~ The . | world’s your oyster when es us can you—COULD you my pants? ALMOST you; ae y baby 3 Knowledge, man. Ra scan. to the i and phone : up called at sign aves On tree. turned out. I chided him too John The how he seedy 4 Long as you trust and he deceives you So long the blissful bond endures; And while he lies, his heart is yours | mtd at the age of 73, has not changed | | He Far My voice. face flushed lied: a umhere’s he in crimson as said expensive,” too not stucco’s “A sourly said, choice— deep bungalow side.” the on : A By Emelda ne oe | The great yellow moon Js a grapefruit, And like a grapefruit I re- It is full of both the bitter. The sweetness > is LOMOLS 3 oe Ki | and sweet for the contented — The bitterness is for those who have _... only, memories of love. _ | meant The But realized real estate man back to the and I fearly always you see. children While John his way! talki wanted flat went John house-hunting’s But he I was remain golfs us to buy, John, Junior and Tf will agree, | a bore to John, } in the flat to pay in the sun—he nae came tells to teacher asking her dying child. O’Reilly . of a a reli-| : him to| He told e from which it should | come ‘should be other to explain; John acted bored asI tried ng in Vain, T soon Kindness isthe word.” oe John Boyle ee cr to g0 to some home for | a certain herb but added tha t the hom loud i: small being rooms werk for me. The Deshaies fable who one where. there had never bee n a re walked for hours, es had ae ae oer : find Bis er anne ue the herb none where crossed the return the a oue child em you came death A many. but she- death| threshold. | wise man | was ° dead me but. nred you to learn to how uni- versal was called to tae It is beautiful ce | Presents. Dee Sal’ None of us. S | a ca n e | Bene en unscarred By te | S foe that phen that o r Our of it brings Kind, own others. makes load’ us i¢,/ oe ~unde4Sstand ns, more human, ta cF | eS een Chinese woman my) like trees,” said John, “and plenty ee ef shade.” was the sunshine, need “Children plea I made... T; That little house suited me to a less es; _ | Softly this I ee | “¥ YELLOW MOON said the school; “Fach heart holds the secret! | short and stout, he looked eeciniica, | like a Jap. there. houses new many were There for sale. grew. face T chose the stucco, John’s | : pale. whose love is sweet, | — did pout! was man 4 Truth, said the wise man; Pleasure, said the fool; Love, said the maiden; Beauty, said the page; fell near XY | oak) old an sudden, my, and, estate real to nailed é Freedom, said the dreamer; Home, said the sage; Fame, said the soldier; Equity, the seer; Spoke my heart full sadly: “The answer is not here.” ‘Then within my bosom a} or and I, ‘Thto the flivver John, Juni did fly, We hustled and to the suburbs could The name of the avenue we soon Long as you’r false and he believes you But, Oh! you’ve wholly lost the youth The instant that he tells you truth.” did went He en) ads estate real the John Wherefore Ba Order, said the law court; we porch aE I asked in musing mood,— sun. Poet, Gay Tom Moore, had to say on the subject—And if history is correct Thomas certainly knew his vegetables, he loved many and often, He deals with this subject high and low degree. This is just in a little poem entitled “Lying.” hice fo part of it: “Took not thus, with brow reproving Lies are, my dear, the soul of loving When ever you may chance to meet | And as Moore died in 1852 it would seem that the male at ail since his time. wee and small flat,is too have none, John of A yard we should have, and plenty “Should I marry a man who lies to me?” “Tady, do you want to be an old maid?’ And it brings to my mind what the Irish A loving youth, Ted. Our ! yo ° UNIVERSAL Now 2 ; WHAT IS GOOLB? “What-is the real good?” — since besides here jJunior’s ee : Brandt, Mary Lovie years have passed and I were wed. |. Four paic not it tickles, hasn’t got prickles. | By All the girlies envy my mommy kinda slow kiss my daddy quickly, mommy’s face is soft, you know, daddy’s face is prickly. | | | |