As skinjid as a plaster wall,
As skinjid as a file,
So is the world when I am broke;
I cannot laugh or smile.
But when my purse is full and fat
I know no teasing twinge;
I meet so much to giggle at
Nothing can make me skinje!
Sky´scrim-ble, v. 1. To go off at a tangent; to fly into space. 2. To make a wild flight from an untenable intellectual position.
The acrobat on the flying trapeze skyscrimbles in a thrilling arc from perch to perch. So skyscrimbles the philosopher into words of seven syllables, when you ask him about the Deity. (See Gubble and Edicle.)
A woman caught in an inconsistency skyscrimbles through an hour of fantastic argument.
When Wilson won, red Republicans skyscrimbled up into the Democratic fold. (See Eegot.)
Tell a Socialist that “You can’t change human nature,”—he skyscrimbles in Marxian metaphysics.
So, when you complain of your laundry, or your telephone service, or the railroad company’s neglect, men skyscrimble, passing the blame from one to another.
Ask one actress about another’s age.... “Why, she was in the Murray Hill Stock Company when Dustin Farnum used to” ... etc., etc., etc.... A skyscrimble.
I asked a Suffragette one day,
Whose wits were neat and nimble,
Why she had rouged her cheeks that way—
She did a quick skyscrimble.