HER FIRST FRECKLE

SHEis sweet as tsb

HE is sweet as the perfume that fills the air,
When the roses begin to bloom;

But her soul is steeped in a deep despair,

And her manner but lately so debonair

Has changed to a settled gloom.

Can the birds that are merrily singing aloft,

Or the lambs that are nibbling the grass in the

croft,

The cause of her sorrow disclose?

They can't, but I can, I can and I will!

So listen, dear Jack, and listen, dear Jill,

A freckle bedecked like a daffodil

Is perched on the tip of her nose.
So loudly she cries,

With spasmodic "Oh my's,
Don't look at the tip of my nose."

-JOHN PHILIP SOUSA.

THE SCIENTIFIC BABY

PLEASE somebody notice me, if just a little

bit!

I'm still so awful little that I cannot even sit

Up in a lap, or in a chair, or anything like that, And all I've ever done as yet is just to lie out flat.

I'd like to be up kicking, and I'd like to look around,

But no one seems to think I would, and if I make a sound,

Nobody pays attention, for everybody knows, A model baby mustn't play with even its own toes!

I'm being reared by Science, which is doubtless very good;

But with it I'd mix other things if just I only could!

I'd put old-fashioned Love in, for that understands so well,

All babies need a lot of things of which books

do not tell.

-KATE LANGLEY BOSHER.

H

LITTLE WAVE

I say

URRY, little wave, hurry on, For the West Wind's close at your heels; Don't imagine that you've time to stop and play, And to toss your white caps in the sun, I pray, For he's close at your heels in a cloud of spray, So, hurry, little wave, hurry on.

Hurry, little wave, hurry on, I say,

For the West Wind's close at your heels,

And he's running in a race with the clouds today,

And the old sun has given him the right of way So you'll never dare to stop till he says you may, So hurry, little wave, hurry on.

-JESSIE L. GAYNOR.

WHE

MODERNISM

HEN Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water,

At hide and seek they played a while,
Jill laughed while Jack he sought her.

But that good time, alas! has gone;
Hill climbing? Jill's not taught to.
When she would see the great outdoors,
Jack takes her in his auto!

L

ITTLE Bo-Peep, who lost her sheep,
Had much hard work to find 'em,
And when she did the day was done
And she plodded in behind 'em.

But now when Bo-Peep's sheep are lost
She seeks 'em as she's taught to:
Instead of walking all the day
She rounds 'em up by auto!

-SAMUEL V. STEWART.
(Governor of Montana.)

SUC

MY WISH

UCCESS and then the things to fight us
Here I am with tonsilitis.

But if I thought my pain could lessen

Some other pain, I am confessin'

I'd like to take out of each year

Say, two, three, months with real good cheer
And give it to some tired soul
Who had no strength to pay the toll.

Coming from me, this should be funny.
My public wish me bright and sunny,
But when I meet these things so sad,
Somehow my "funny bone" gets mad.

-MARIE Dressler.

A

A TREASURE

GOOD little child

Is a treasure indeed;

I admire her as everyone should.
But my heart's love goes out

To the dear little child

Who tries very hard to be good.

-ROSE STAHL.