HER CLOTHES.

HER CLOTHES.
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The short sleeved girl my fancy takes,
And here I let her know it;
Her softly dimpled elbow makes
My heart wake up and go it!
Fair arm, so well worth looking at,
I deem it little wonder that
She rather likes to show it.

O, mordest maid, why will you wear
Your gloves so that they taunt me?
The space is small which they leave bare,
But big enough to haunt me.
You court my gaze, as weil you konw.
Yet, ns I look with pleasure, lo
You seek with frowns to daunt me.

Ah. dainty, lovely one, your ways
Are past my comprehension:
Ily means of laces and of staya
And things I may not mention
You make your proud self good to see
And then you call it rude of ine
In case I pay attention.

Fair lady of the peek-a-boo,
Why will they who deride you
Grant chorus gi is, without ado.
The rights they have denied you?
But let the foolish critics rage;
Though you are not upon the stage
I have no heart to chide you.
-Chicago Record-Herald.