If he could see that crowd to-day?)
Fitz-Willieboy McFlubadub
Was Regent of the Orchids' Club;
A wild Bohemian was he,
And spent his money fast and free.
He thought no more of spending dimes
On some debauch of pickled limes,
Than you would think of spending nickels
To buy a pint of German pickles!
The Boston maiden passed him by
With sidelong glances of her eye,
She dared not speak (he _was_ so wild),
Yet worshipped this Lotharian child.
Fitz-Willieboy was so _blase_,
He burned a _Transcript_ up one day!
The Orchids fashioned all their style
On Flubadub's infernal guile.
That awful Boston oath was his--
_He_ used to 'jaculate, "Gee Whiz!"
He showed them that immoral haunt,
The dirty Chinese Restaurant;
And there they'd find him, even when
It got to be as late as ten!
He ate chopped _suey_ (with a fork)
You should have heard the villain talk
Of one _reporter_ that he knew (!)
An artist, and an actor, too!!!
The Orchids went from bad to worse,
Made epigrams--attempted verse!
Boston was horrified and shocked