Uncle Jim Clumb up beside of him And squatted down by he. Charles Farrar Browne (Artemus Ward). A TRAGIC STORY THERE lived a sage in days of yore, He mused upon this curious case, And swore he'd change the pigtail's place, Not dangling there behind him. Says he, "The mystery I've found,— Then round and round, and out and in, And right and left, and round about, And though his efforts never slack, The pigtail hangs behind him. W. M. Thackeray. The Jim-Jam King of the Jou-Jous 851 SONNET FOUND IN A DESERTED MAD HOUSE OH that my soul a marrow-bone might seize! For the old egg of my desire is broken, Spilled is the pearly white and spilled the yolk, and As the mild melancholy contents grease My path the shorn lamb baas like bumblebees. Or like a thrilling recitation, spoken By mournful mouths filled full of mirth and cheese. And yet, why should I clasp the earthful urn? Or choose to chase the cheese around the churn? Unknown. THE JIM-JAM KING OF THE JOU-JOUS AN ARABIAN LEGEND Translated from the Arabic FAR off in the waste of desert sand, The country's so dry in Jou-jou land And over its boundaries the air Is hotter than 'tis-no matter where: A camel drops down completely tanned When he crosses the line in Jou-jou land If things are now as things were then. A traveller once got stuck in the sand Then the Jim-jam felt so bad inside, And now let every good Mussulman Get all the good from this tale he can. If you wander off on a Jamboree, Across the stretch of the desert sea, Look out that right at the height of your booze Allah il Allah! Oo-aye! Amen! Alaric Bertrand Stuart. TO MARIE WHEN the breeze from the bluebottle's blustering blim And the whiskery whine of the wheedlesome whim Then I dream in the shade of the shally-go-shee, Brings the smell of stale poppy-cods blummered in blee The Rollicking Mastodon Ah, the shuddering shoo and the blinketty-blanks But the thingumbob kiss of the whangery-bang L'ENVOI It is pilly-po-doddle and aligobung It is useless to say to the pulsating heart, 853 John Bennett. MY DREAM I DREAMED a dream next Tuesday week, I thought my eyes were big pork-pies, I asked him to lend me eighteenpence, Unknown. THE ROLLICKING MASTODON A ROLLICKING Mastodon lived in Spain, Was a burst of the wildest glee. His voice was strong and his laugh so long That people came many a mile, And offered to pay a guinea a day For the fractional part of a smile. The Rollicking Mastodon's laugh was wideIndeed, 'twas a matter of family pride; And oh so proud of his jocular vein Was the Rollicking Mastodon over in Spain. The Rollicking Mastodon said one day, For a little ozone's a tonic for bones, So he skipped along and warbled a song His smile was bright and his skip was light The Rollicking Mastodon tripped along, The Rollicking Mastodon over in Spain. A Little Peetookle came over the hill, And he said, "You need some harroway seed, The Little Peetookle, his teeth he ground On the Rollicking Mastodon over in Spain. Alas! and alas! has it come to this pass?" |