The Carolyn Wells year book of old favorites and new fancies for 1909; . Maxims for the New Year. ^ A man is known by the resolutions he keeps. A little New Year is a dangerous thing. Celebration is the thief of time. Only a fool never minds his change. \ The patient restaurant waiter is no loser. j A bird in the hand is as good as a feast. Money makes the time go. One touch of New Years makes the whole world kin. Abstinence will happen in the best-regulated families. One swallow does not make the world go round. A fool and his money corrupt good manners. A rolling gait gathers remorse. Let us
The Carolyn Wells year book of old favorites and new fancies for 1909; . Maxims for the New Year. ^ A man is known by the resolutions he keeps. A little New Year is a dangerous thing. Celebration is the thief of time. Only a fool never minds his change. \ The patient restaurant waiter is no loser. j A bird in the hand is as good as a feast. Money makes the time go. One touch of New Years makes the whole world kin. Abstinence will happen in the best-regulated families. One swallow does not make the world go round. A fool and his money corrupt good manners. A rolling gait gathers remorse. Let us eat, drink, and be married, for to-morrow we dye. January 1-2, 1909 THE TUTOR A TUTOR who tooted the flute, Tried to teach two young tutors to toot;Said the two to the tutor,* Is it harder to toot orTo tutor two tooters to toot ? THE 4:04 TRAIN I ^HERES a train at 4 : 04, said Miss Jenny;* Four tickets Ill take. Have you any? Said the man at the door :* Not four for 4 : 04,For four for 4 : 04 is too many/ Fri. I Nevy Years Day. Sat. 2. The Rubaiyat of Little Old New York.* V\/AKE, for the Sun, who scattered into flight The Stars who loitered homeward through the Xight,Drives Xight along with them, and boldly strikesThe Flatiron Building with a Shaft of Light. Now the New Year reviving old Resolves, The thoughtful Soul much Good Intent evolves; Then the Glad Hand of some Convivial Friend,Puts out, and once again the World Revolves. Think, in this batterd, beautiful Broadway,AMiose Portals bid you Welcome, Xight and Day, How many a Politician with his PompAbode his destined Hour, and went his way. Each Morn a thousand Pleasures brings, you say;Yes, but where goes the Fun of Yesterday ? And the first Summer month of KaltenbornShall take Damrosch and Butterfly away. Well, let it take them! \Miat have we to doWith Miss Maud Adams or with Mr. Drew? Let the Tragedians bluster as they will,Or Soubrettes call to Supper—heed not you. Indeed, the Horse Shows gone, with all its clothes,
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