Because I knew my limitations.
When Love I spied I fetched a sigh—
A sigh a Tristan might expire on:
“I must apologize,” said I,
“For not resembling Georgie Byron.”
Love laughed and said, “You know I’m blind,”
And pinched my ear, the little cutie!
“Her heart and yours shall be entwined,
Tho’ you were twice as shy on beauty.”
Throwing self-interest to the winds, a Chicago sweetshop advertises: “That we may have a part in the effort to bring back normal conditions and reduce the high cost of living, our prices on chocolates and bon-bons are now one dollar and fifty cents per pound.”