. Slings and arrows . reat thoughts out of the past Woven from the magic of mens minds Are bartered or are cast aside Whenever we are asked to give Old books for new. THE ACROBATIC READER THE first pageOf the morning newspaperOffers opportunityFor all sortsOf mental agilityAnd physical dexterityAs we readEach turningTo page so and soFor its conclusionIn compliance With each repeated request,We feel as ifWe had performedAn acrobatic featOf mind and and wonderfulIs the make-upOf the morning newspaper. THE TELEPHONE SHIRKER HE sits at his ease,Or his work,While his secre
. Slings and arrows . reat thoughts out of the past Woven from the magic of mens minds Are bartered or are cast aside Whenever we are asked to give Old books for new. THE ACROBATIC READER THE first pageOf the morning newspaperOffers opportunityFor all sortsOf mental agilityAnd physical dexterityAs we readEach turningTo page so and soFor its conclusionIn compliance With each repeated request,We feel as ifWe had performedAn acrobatic featOf mind and and wonderfulIs the make-upOf the morning newspaper. THE TELEPHONE SHIRKER HE sits at his ease,Or his work,While his secretaryCalls up a victimOn the telephone,And bids himHold the line a he is a manOf infinite patience,He holds itFor several minutes,Awaiting the pleasureOf the man Who saves his own timeAt the expense of he is not so patientHe hangs up the receiverWith a bang,And mutters somethingUnder his breathThat might be Dont you tell,But isnt. ?;-*•?;? . ??•- ?- -?-. ? ? ? .*•? .v*). THE DANCER AS we watch herLithely swayingThrough the mazes of the dance,Each poseAnd each movementOne of infinite graceIn unison with the music,Do we realize The training and the practiceThat has thusMade her skill Creates the illusionThat she is dancingHer danceFor the first it is constant repetitionThat gives her workIts perfect charms the eyeAnd the mind alikeWith the marvels of her art. THE EUPHEMISTS WITH mincing words,They make the goodOld English language intoA Miss Nancyish somebody diesHe passes away,They walk on limbs,They expectorate,They masticate their food,And whenThey go to bed,Where it is a pityThey cannot stay forever,They retire. THE NAME MISPRONOUNCER IF your nameIs SmithOr Brown or Jones,He may get it right,But if you happenTo be favoredBy the gods With an uncommon name,He never failsTo misspellAnd mispronounce it,Rejoicing inHis competenceAs a bungler,And considering itYour faultThat you do notBear a nameTo mat
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