Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-06-21
VERSES IN LIGHTER VEIN.
SUITABLE FOR SUMMER DAYS AND
SLUGGISH MINDS.
A Favorite Habit Stronger Than senti.
ment-vanquished-H Pm Tickle.
/ am Fond Our Girls.

Open the old cigar box. get me Cuba stout:
For things are running crossways, and Maggie
and are out.
We auarreled about Havanas-we fought Ger
And know she is execting, and she says am
brute.
Open the old cigar box-let me consider space,
IN the soft blue veil of The vapor musing on
Maggie's face
Maggie is pretty to look at-Maggie's loving
lass;
But the prettiest cheeks must wrinkle, the truest
OF loves must pass.
There's peace in Laranaga, there's calm in a
But the best cigar in an hour is finished and
thrown away.
Thrown away for another as perfect and ripe
and brown
But / never could throw away Maggie for fear
o. talk o the town.
Maggie 3s my wife, at ffty-gray and sour and
With never another Maggie TO purchase Tor love
or gold.
And the light of days that have been, the dark
And Loves torch sinking and stale, like the
butt of dead cigar
The butt of a dead cigar you are bound to KEEP
in your pocket
With never a new one to light, though it,
Open the old cigar box let me consider awhile
Here's mild Manila-there is wifely smile.
Which is the better portion-b bondage bought
with q ring,
Or harem Of dusky beauties, fifty tied in 6
string?
Counselors cunning and silent-comforters true
and tried,
And never one of the fifty to sheer at riva
bride.
Thought in the early morning, solace in time o
Woes
Peace in the hush of the twilight balm ere my
eyelids close.
This will the fifty give me, asking naught in re-
With only Suttee's passion-to do their duty
and burn.
This will the fifty give me. When they are
spent and dead,
Five times other ffties shall be my servants in.
stead.
The burrows of faroff Java, the isles of the Span
iSh Main,
When they hear my harem is empty, will send
me my brides again.
] will take no heed to their raiment, nor food
for their mouths wIthal,
So long as the gulls are nesting, so long as the
showers fall.
/ will scent EN- with best vanilla, with tea will
temper their hides,
And the Moore and the Mormon shall envy who
read of the tale of my brides.
For Maggie has written letter to give my
choice between
The wee little whimpering Love and the great
good Nick OTeen.
And have been servant of Love for barely a
twelve month clear,
But 1 have been Priest of Portagas matter OF
seven year.
And the gloom of my bachelor days is fecked
with the cherry light
Of stumps that ! burned to Friendship and
Pleasure and Work and Fight.
And l turn my eyes to the future that Maggie
aud must prove,
But the only light on the marshes is in the Will
o'-the-Wisp of Love.
Will il see me safe through my journey, or leave
me begging in the mire?
Since puff OF tobacco can cloud it, shall fol-
low the fittul fire?
Open the old cigar box-let me consider anew
Old friends, and who is Maggie that should
abandon you?
A million surplus Maggies are willing to bear
the yoke;
And woman is only a woman, but good
cigar is a smoke.
Light me another Cuba-I hold TO my firs.-
sworn VOWS;
If Maggie wi have no rival, IN have no Mag
gle for spouse! Radyard Kippling.