Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1891-03-20
VERSATILE INVESTIGATION.
Samples of Rhyme scribbled for Social Pur.
poses.


poses.
At one of the clubs the other night
group of young society fellows were
talking about people they didn't like.
They were not so much mentioning in
dividuals "who never would be missed"
as discussing types which did not meet
their august approval.
"Ill tell you what boys" said one OF
them, 81 don't know but what I've kind
O changed my mind about one sort OF
fellow. If there's any kind l had no
earthly use for it's the chap that has lit
erary aspirations-the kind that's al
ways scribbling what he calls poetry
and fishing for chance to write limp
ing verses in girls autograph album
and all that sort of thing The other night
l went to dinner given by young
lady to dozen or so Of the young set
down in my part of the town. / don't
know why it is, but / find swell din
ner the stiffest sort of thing, and / ex-
pected to find this the usual bore. But
1t wasn't-not by long shot. l haven't
had jollier time this season.
but it looked bad for a while. All
the boys were in evening dress and the
girls in their best gowns. All had their
society manners with them, and things
were about as prim as prayer-meeting
up to the time we took our seats at the
table. Then each of us discovered a
menu card done in pen and ink on our
plate, and what do you suppose it had
on it? Verses! l was going to skip
reading mine when young woman
next to me snickered right out and the
chap opposite me gave great ha! ha!
Then l changed my mind and before
I'd finished reading mine / was laugh
ing with the others. Funny quotations?
Not much. Somebody who knew us all
like book had touched up each one Of
US. Mine was clever little jingle
about my amateur photography. OF
course we were each curious to know
what the others had, but our hostess
stopped our comparing notes and asked
one of the boys to read his. He squirmed
a little, for his was about the atrocious
puns he continually makes, but he had
to come to time and had to join in the
laugh. By that time we were onto the
fun Of the thing and there wasn't any
more stiffness at that table that even
ing. We read them between courses,
and after all the verses had been read
we had any amount of fun accusing
each other in turn of being the author.
Instead of being bore the dinner was
thoroughly enjoyable, and all because
some body present had the knack OF
scribbling rhymes. There wasn't any
lofty poetical sentiment about them
and some of the lines limped, but there
was point to every line. / copied the
one the girl on my right had. She was
a big, handsome creature with beauti'
full figure and striking carriage. Her
Christian name was-well. never mind
but her intimate friends call her Eve
Here's her poetry:
"Eve-Blble-made OF RIB;
| Bible good book-can't be fb;
Believe Bible-must believe
Eve bony, crooked, thin,
Eve scraggly, homely as sin;
Don't go down-protty thin;
Not this Eve-s'mother Eve
"The girl on my left was the guest O.
one of our number and comparative
stranger to most of u.s. Her front nam,
was Margaret and these were her lines
'Margaret's a stranger,
Wen let her OF ''aisy,"
And we simply remark:
"Marguerite's" daisy"
"Did we find out who perpetrate'
them? Not that night, and some of u
don't know yet but I've found out since
and he's fellow of real good common
sense, too. Chicago Tribune.