Don’t they present a most alluring flapper?
So thinks, at least, this lad in evening raiment—
Shoes, shirt-front, collar, waistcoat-buttons, glowing;
This sub. of other days—when soldier’s payment
Scarcely sufficed each monthly mess-bill’s owing,
And triple stars full fifteen years delay meant;
He, who presents the goblet, over-flowing
With icy rubies to its crinkled brim,
And asks if Jill won’t “sit this out” with him....
And there it hangs, word-carven, my last image.