YOU'D not; but, oh, Another would!
For, by and large and altogether,
Us potes must be misunderstood.
* * *
What lovely weather!



"A Perfect Woman Nobly Planned"

(The man who wants the perfect wife should marry a
"stock-size." She comes cheaper.--_London Chronicle_.)

Ah, Myrtilla, woe and dear me!
Lackadaydee and alas!
What is this, I greatly fear me,
That has come to pass?

Craving, as I do, perfection,
Loathing anything like flaws,
I must raise a slight objection
To your building laws.

You are five one-and-a-quarter,
And your girth is thirty-three--
Myrtie, you're a little shorter
Than you ought to be.

It is far from my intentions