p Tryin'.

Everybody honors grit,
Men who never whine a bit--
Men who tell the world, "I'm IT"
And
Keep Tryin'.

Get a hustle on you NOW,
Make a great, big solemn vow
That you'll win out anyhow,
And
Keep Tryin'.

All the world's a battlefield
Where the true man is revealed,
But the ones who never yield
Keep Tryin'.

GENIUS.

There was once a young man quite erratic
Who lived all alone in an attic,
He wrote magazine verse
That made editors curse,
But his friends thought it fine and dramatic.

TALE OF THREE CITIES.

A seedy young man in Savanah
Fell in love with a rich girl named Anna,
But her papa got mad
And swore that "By Gad,
The fellow shall never Havana!"

But the couple eloped to Caracas,
Where the Germans kicked up such a fracas;
And he said to his wife,
"You can bet your sweet life
That papa dear never will track us."

MODERN MAUD MULLER.

Maud Muller on a summer's day,
Raked the meadows, sweet with hay.
Nor was this just a grand-stand play;
Maud got a rake-off, so they say.

NOCTURNE.

A cat duet.
A silhouette.
A high brick wall,
An awful squall.
A moonlit night,
A mortal fight.
A man in bed,
Sticks out his head.
Gee Whiz!
The man has riz.
His arm draws back
A big bootjack--
A loud swish,
Squish!
"What's that?"
A dead cat.

THE SISSY BOY.

Beware the Sissy Boy my child,
Not because he's very wild;
The Sissy Boy is never that,
Although he'll run if you say "Scat!"
The Sissy Boy's infinitesimal,
He is not worth a duodecimal.

If you should take a custard pie
And hit a Sissy in the eye,
He would not go before a jury,
He'd only blush and say "Oh Fury!"
For he is perfumed, sweet and mild,
That's just his kind, my dearest child.

One should never strike a Sissy,
He is too lady-like and prissy.
You do not need to use your fist
But merely slap him on the wrist,
And if this will not make him budge,
Then glare at him and say "Oh Fudge!"

The Sissy sports a pink cravat
And often wears a high silk hat;
His voice is like a turtle dove's
And he al