"BON JOUR, PHILIPPINE!"
"They grew in beauty side by side,
They filled one home with glee"—
Until that evening at dessert
You passed the nuts to me.
Then came the "crack of doom," the twins
No sooner had you seen
Than, "Oh, what fun!" you said, "we'll have
A Bon jour, Philippine!"
"They grew in beauty side by side,
They filled one home with glee"—
Until they found respective graves
Alas! in you and me.
And then to win a gift next morn
We vowed with solemn mien,
Whoe'er should greet the other first
With "Bon jour, Philippine!"
"Bon jour"—I dreamt of it all night,
At dawn recalled it yet,
But clean forgot it whilst I shaved—
At breakfast then we met.
I'd only time, I know, to think
Maid sweeter ne'er was seen,
When you, with laughter-dancing eyes,
Cried, "Bon jour, Philippine!"
And so you won a gift from me,
And chose that I should write
These verses, which I've pondered o'er
For many a sleepless night!
I'll never crack another nut,
When you are there, I mean;
Yet may you greet me often—save
With "Bon jour, Philippine!"
Motto for Modern Managers.—The proper study of (theatre-going) Mankind is—the New Woman.
