The literature of kissing

by Charles C. Bombaugh

And dursn’t kiss a baby’s doll,

I couldn’t stand it, sir, at all,

But up and kissed her on the spot.

I know—boo-hoo—I ought to not,

But somehow, from her looks—boo-hoo—

I thought she kind o’ wished me to!”

THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN.

Then up arose the oysterman, and to himself said he,

I guess I’ll leave the skiff at home, for fear that folks should see;