In some fine way, I don't know how,
Some fool, some idiot, who lacks
A grain of sense, proposes now
A tax.

A Tax on Bachelors! Ah, well,
If this becomes the law's decree,
I cheerfully shall pay the _L._
_S.D._,

Quite happy with my single lot,
Convinced beyond a doubt that life
Is just worth living it you've not
A wife.

(A LITTLE LATER.)

[Illustration]

I'll sing exaltedly no more,
But sadly in a minor key
Will tell what fortune had in store
For me.

I rather think, the other day,
That someone asked, "Should women woo?"
I'll answer that without delay--
They do!

She came--I foolishly was glad--