THE NEW YEAR TO DATE.

THE NEW YEAR TO DATE.
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When first the New Year came to town,
Appeared baby boy
In nothing but a pair of wings
And smiles of dimpled joy.

But growing fast, the next decade
He wore a wig with curls,
And rode a fiery, prancing steed,
And courted all the girls.

He next arrived in coach and four,
A squire in coat of blue,
And snowy stock, and buckled shoes,
And reatly ribboned queue.

Still making progress with the times,
A dardy with a cane,
Tall hat, tight waist and ruffled shirt,
He made his bow again.

“Twas only one short year ago
We heard a rush and far.
In dust and smoke before us stopped
A scarlet motor car.

Forth stepped a chauffeur clad in furs.
And, mid the mingled din
Of horns and bells Invited us
To take a twelvemonth’s spin.
But now above the chimes, behold!
We listen in the night
To hear the whirling fans that bear
Нas necanlane in flight.
-New York Times.