Morris tribune., 1913-12-05
DECEMBER

So if anything should crack,
1t would serve you coming back,
Little girl.
Does your mamma know you're out,
Little Girl?
We're afraid to go about,
Little girl.
If we met you in the sun
With your skirt so thinly spun,
Why, We might all have to run,
Little girl.
Let the bottom out bit,
Little girl.
1t is much too tight a fit.
Little girl.
AS the matter sadly stands,
You'll be walking on your hands.
And in that event-my lands
Little girl.
December was the last month in the
old Roman calendar, and gets its
name from the Latin deem (tenl.
The agitation for more months began
in the time of Lucullus, and was
directly due to the difficulties between
Rome and Mithradates the Great.
Lucullus was displeased with the man.
ner in which Mithradates had become
dictator of Phrygia, and refused to
recognize him. Mithradates then
called an election, in which he was
himself reelected. This caused the
Greeks and some of the others to
laugh at Lucullus. who commanded
Mithradates to resign the Office upon
peril of war with the Romans. NTH
radates intimated that he would re-
sign, but he kept putting it off until
he had Lucullus, who hesitated to op-
pose so small country as Phrygia
with the legions of Rome. trying to
given time in every way that he could.
Among other things, he added two
months to the year, making it IL
months long instead of 10. While all
the other big countries were backing
Rome up in this controversy, the
whole world was nevertheless con-
vulsed. Lucullus got so touchy about
it that whenever he gave ore of his
celebrated Lucullan banquets he all
ways banished from the table anyone
who laughed between jokes or seemed
to be amused by something on the
side. Mithradrates finally brought
the thing to a climax by demanding
that Lucullus resign and then taking
to the brush This amused even
Lucullus, SO everybody had good
laugh.
The festive calf will sniff the air
And deftly do the castle walk,
And the last mosquito in it's lair
Will perish with dying squawk.
The cold north wind will come to
moan
Around the Pickering freight.
The old loose shutter will intune
Its creak and clangor on the night,
The prancing colt will cast it's
eye
Upon the sheltering corral.
And the wild goose will go
down the sky
To see the Panama Canal.
The still reforming Democrats
will raise their terrifying cries,
and the plumes upon the winters
hats will poke themselves in peoples
eyes. The hired man will bawl for
more and thicker blankets on his bed,
the alternating bear will snore, be-
lieving Roosevelt is dead, the suffra-
gettes will whoop it up to keep their
feet from getting cold. the germ with
IN the drinking cup will perish as be-
comes the bold. the turning cider will
defy the best of US to walk a crack,
the wild duck that went up the sky
in pleasant times will whistle back,
the great king winter will be here,
with all his consequential joys, and
the early shopper will appear to knock
the paint off the toys.
TIE heart of humankind will dance
for thought of holiday delight, and
father will conceal his pants beneath |
the bureau every night. The college
man in quarter shoes will dance to
circulate his blood, the hard-shell tur-
tie will amuse itself with sinking in
the mud, the golden luster of the sky
will turn hard and steely blue. the
harried quail will try to fly upon the
bias and the skew, the mule will show
heavy suit of red velour for winter
WI ar, the snow will mingle with the
SCOT to render desolate the air,
the boy will wear flannel shirt
against his cold and twitching hide
and the woman in the narrow skirt
will slip and bust it down the side
The winter furs will venture out to
MAKE Of womankind zoo, and gre