Volume IX Part 26 (1/2)
”Good!” said Hasbrouck, when the ”Jimaboy Column” in the Sunday paper began to be commented on and quoted; and he made Jimaboy an offer that seemed like sudden affluence.
But the crowning triumph came still later, in a letter from the editor of one of the great magazines. Jimaboy got it at the _Times_ office, and some premonition of its contents made him keep it until Isobel could share it.
”We have been watching your career with interest,” wrote the great man, ”and we are now casting about for some one to take charge of a humorous department to be called 'Bathos and Pathos,' which we shall, in the near future, add to the magazine. May we see more of your work, as well as some of Mrs. Jimaboy's sketches?
”O Jimmy, dear, you found yourself at last!”
But his smile was a grin. ”No,” said he; ”we've just got our diplomas from the Post-Graduate School of W. B.--that's all.”
A RULE OF THREE
BY WALLACE RICE
There is a rule to drink, I think, A rule of three That you'll agree With me Can not be beat And tends our lives to sweeten: _Drink ere you eat_, _And while you eat_, _And after you have eaten_!
HOW THE MONEY GOES
BY JOHN G. SAXE
How goes the Money?--Well, I'm sure it isn't hard to tell; It goes for rent, and water-rates, For bread and b.u.t.ter, coal and grates, Hats, caps, and carpets, hoops and hose,-- And that's the way the Money goes!
How goes the Money?--Nay, Don't everybody know the way?
It goes for bonnets, coats and capes, Silks, satins, muslins, velvets, c.r.a.pes, Shawls, ribbons, furs, and furbelows,-- And that's the way the Money goes!
How goes the Money?--Sure, I wish the ways were something fewer; It goes for wages, taxes, debts; It goes for presents, goes for bets, For paint, _pommade_, and _eau de rose_,-- And that's the way the Money goes!
How goes the Money?--Now, I've scarce begun to mention how; It goes for laces, feathers, rings, Toys, dolls--and other baby-things, Whips, whistles, candies, bells and bows,-- And that's the way the Money goes!
How goes the Money?--Come, I know it doesn't go for rum; It goes for schools and sabbath chimes, It goes for charity--sometimes; For missions, and such things as those,-- And that's the way the Money goes!
How goes the Money?--There!
I'm out of patience, I declare; It goes for plays, and diamond pins, For public alms, and private sins, For hollow shams, and silly shows,-- And that's the way the Money goes!
A CAVALIER'S VALENTINE
(1644)
BY CLINTON SCOLLARD
The sky was like a mountain mere, The lilac buds were brown, What time a war-worn cavalier Rode into Taunton-town.
He sighed and shook his head forlorn; ”A sorry lot is mine,”
He said, ”who have this merry morn Pale Want for Valentine.”