"OUT OF THE STREETS."

GEORGE W. MCLEAN am I,
And potent was my name,
Till TWEED and SWEENEY crossed my path
And spoiled my little game.

Our city roads I supervised,
Long time, with pious care,
The people's Ways I strictly watched--
Street, Avenue, and Square

But now, from office rudely swept
By Legislative BILL,
The crossing-sweeper's broom I ply,
My empty pouch, to fill.

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Honeymoons in the Air

The rage for passing the honeymoon in a balloon appears to be on the
wane in this country. The reason for this may be that a majority of
those who enter wedlock find they "go up" soon enough without the aid of
a balloon.

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Motto for Unsuccessful Croquet-Players.