believe with six such legs You or I could walk on eggs; But he’d rather crawl on meat With his microbe-laden feet. Eggs would hardly do as well—  He could not get through the shell; Better far, to spread disease, Vegetables, meat, or cheese.

[Pg 46]  There he goes, on his toes, Tickling, tickling Baby’s nose. Heaven knows where he has been, And what filth he’s wallowed in. Drat the nasty little wretch! He’s the deuce and all to ketch. Ah! He’s settled on the wall. Now the thunderbolt shall fall!

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  Baby bye, see that fly? We will swat him, you and I.

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THE PASSIONATE PROFESSOR

 “But bending low, I whisper only this: ‘Love, it is night.’” —Harry Thurston Peck.

“But bending low, I whisper only this:

—Harry Thurston Peck.

  Love, it is night. The orb of day Has gone to hit the cosmic hay. Nocturnal voices now we hear. Come, heart’s delight, the hour is near When Passion’s mandate we obey.

Nocturnal voices now we hear.

Come, heart’s delight, the hour is near

  I would not, sweet, the fact convey In any crude and obvious way: I merely whisper in your ear— “Love, it is night!”

I merely whisper in your ear—

“Love, it is night!”

  Candor compels me, pet, to say That years my fading charms betray. Tho’ Love be blind, I grant it’s clear I’m no Apollo Belvedere. But after dark all cats are gray. Love, it is night!

Tho’ Love be blind, I grant it’s clear

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