This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...off the maid in a trice And convey her afar In his magical car To the temple where Hymen is ready to splice For deserving young couples the marital knot. Then away--let 'er rip!--For a honeymoon trip To the ends of the earth where they cannot be caught. Ah, young Lochinvar, thus equipped nowadays Is a ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...off the maid in a trice And convey her afar In his magical car To the temple where Hymen is ready to splice For deserving young couples the marital knot. Then away--let 'er rip!--For a honeymoon trip To the ends of the earth where they cannot be caught. Ah, young Lochinvar, thus equipped nowadays Is a dangerous chap. So for fear of mishap Let intelligent parents get on to his ways And put screens on their balconies, or better yet On their " gals " put a chain, Lest a swift aeroplane Should come down and make off with their fair Juliet. Ben-bolting the Tariff' " Oh, do you remember the year Ninety-Three, " Sweet Alice," remarked Mr. Bolt, " When you were a maid full of innocent glee And I was a frisky young colt. I then had a job paying five plunks a day And we two were booked to be wed, But a low tariff panic came drifting this way And the whole thing was knocked on the head." " Oh, yes, I remember those days, Mr. Ben. My father had put up the dough For my mousseline de soie, costing more than a ten, And the rest of my wedding trousseau, When they told us that Wilson, a Democrat gay, Had fixed up a low tariff law ' So I sent back the ring, put my glad rags away And stayed home with my grief-stricken Pa." " Our fate, lovely Alice, was sad to behold. When protection had gone by the board, The mill couldn't run any more, we were told, And to keep us they couldn't afford. I was out of a job; not a cent coming in And my meals were uncertain and few. What those Democrats did to us boys was a sin. I can never forget it, can you?" " You can bet, lIr. Bolt, that I'll never forget The tears that I shed day and night When we found ourselves up...
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Add this copy of Poems of Arthur G. Burgoyne to cart. $6.05, very good condition, Sold by P C Schmidt Bookseller rated 1.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Kettering, OH, UNITED STATES, published 1915 by Pittsburgh Chronicle Telegraph.
