December

December
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December’s plercing winds go whistling by:
And leafless trees are tossing to and fro
The gloomy clouds do cover much the sky,
And all around is seen the ice and snow

Lo! down the hill the coaster’s seen to glide,
And boys and girls this winter sport do share: Upon the ice do little people slide, And merry voices til the frosty air
The bells are ringing as the sleighs go by: “In the furs” a happy pair do meet our eyes A good time to pop the question; but, oh, my How fow are true and live the happy Ilves St Louis, Mo, ALBERT E VASSAR I’d like to work on Leslie’s, With William Allen Whites And clever Ida Tarbells, And all the other lights; Because, no matter what they write, However apropos, They wind up with a compliment To Mr So and So

For White he praises Baker
While Baker says that none
Are ever quite so funny
As Peter Finley Dunne;
Then Ida Tarbell comes along
And adds her cheerful mite
In praising Lincoln Steffens, who
In turn admires White

It’s a perfect little circle;
I don’t quite see the gaine
Unless they figure boosting
A royal road to fame;
Each one insists the others are
As fine as fine can be;
I’d like to work on Leslie’s
And have them write of me
-Stuart Mclean