THIS MAY BE
YOUR HONEY

IN YOUR
BEE-HIVE
NEST
OF LOVE

My Jelly Bean:

My lonesome heart cries out in a flood
of tears that drowns its cry. But can't
you hear me, my beloved, my adored one?
O, if I could look upon your lovely face
tonight and feel your strong arms about
me stroking my hair and saying the lovely
things you said to me when last we were
together, I would be so happy. Every
little word I have cherished and gone over
time and again. Every kiss I have lived
over again and every embrace I have sur-
rendered to in memory time after time.
To be without love would make life intol-
erable, wouldn't it, my adored one?
Without yours I simply could not live, I
would want to die. Come over tonight.
I'll be waiting for you.

Your Lonesome Little Lover.

Copr. 1921, Ex. Sup. Co., Chgo.

M