That ends our ’opes to roam,
Blow me blarsted mizzen lights,
We all ’ad to come ’ome.
The Mate.
AN OPERA IN ONE ACT
ENTITLED “THE TIME SERVERS”
As the curtain rises a large and motley crew of nondescript humanity is discovered, of all shapes, sizes, and complexions, no two being alike, except in the special feature that all wear a halter about the neck. All howl to Calliope obligato:
At us please take a look,
You’ll find us on the List
In the Auditor’s Blue Book,