JACK DAWE
I.—Before.
Jack Dawe a new idea possessed
That would not let that young man rest;
He watched with care his grandpapa
Indulging in a big cigar,
And argued, “Smoking is, I guess,
The outward sign of manliness.”
II.—After.
So from the box abstracting one,
He took good care his prep. to shun,
And perched upon a shady stile,
He puffed away with sickly smile;
But soon slid down with aching head,
Stole home “quite cured,” and crept to bed.
“Hurrah, boys, the early morning
Is the time for play!
Faithful Donald stands in waiting;
Let us haste away.”