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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 11, 1911, Image 19

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I bout the stars all evening.
I" took my seventh black per
fecto'from my mouth and grinned
"Oht not the kind that hums
'Sweet Genevieve' four notes out
of tune in horrible minors when
he thinks there is no one listen
ing," she finished, and fled into
the house, leaving me to fume
over the discovery of my weak
ness. Eventually I was jmt to intro
ducing Prof. Graham, Bartlett,
the mayor, and Horatio CateS,'
editOT of the Fairfield Bugle; and
so great was the Little Witch's
niad charm that each of the gen
tlemen stood ready with offers of
heart and hand. But she tossed
her head again and turned back
to me.
Then I turned upon her fn ex
asperation. "In the name'of Hy
men, what would please you any,
how, you maddening Little
She looked at the clo'ud
streaked moon. "I ( like these
comfy, tranquil old codgers of 35,
who think everybody else is a bet
ter match than themselves," she
"Er ahem!" I sputtered. "I
never, saidT thought all these fel
lows were better than I. Mrs.
Melton-Langham -said"
"Oh, I don't mean the kind who
do everything Mrs. Melton-Lang-hamsays
and try nothing on their
own account," declared the Little
After that I took heart from
John Alden and got busyon my
own account. And whe'n I made I
my shameful report to Mrs. Melton-Langham,
that capricious
woman telegraphed:
"Congratulation. Virginia
and I were after you all the time."j
By Berton Braley.
Mother, Mother, Mother,
I'm a man full grqwn sj
And I thought I didn't need youjj
I could stand alone, s
But the. fight has been too cruel,
And the whole world's bluea
And Mother, Mother, Mother,
I have need of you 1
I want your hands to soothe mej
As they always can, , 2
I want your voice to still me-
Though your boy's a man,
I want to find you waiting v
As you used to do, v z
For Mother, Mother, Mother, 7
I have need of youi ,r
My love has led to sorrow
- And my trust was vain,
And I've tasted bitter failure ?
And I've known deep pain ; v
I've tried to bear them bravely;
As a man should do,
But oh-my Mother. Mother,
I have need of you!
I want to sob my story
At your aproned knee, f
And to feel your fingers tremble
As they comfort me.
I am spent and sick andsweary,(
And my heart aches, too,
And oh my Mother, Mother, f ,
I have need of vou ! ' t
The average girl's favorite?
flower is the "marryg-old." Jl
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