The Litany of the Summer Girl, which she chanteth continuously, morning and night.
Oh, Lord, deliver me from the deadliness of the Summer Resort, and from all the deadly things therein.
From the emptiness of moonlight evenings without a Man, and the hollowness of life without a flirtation, now preserve me.
From the sentimental grafter and the platonic friend oh spare me!
For, the one seeketh after cheap flirtations, and collecteth kisses, as a woman doth trading stamps. And the other is as a wet powder-rag which sticketh, but availeth nothing. Verily, verily, a breakfast-food without sugar and cream is not more insipid than one of these.
From college youths, which are fresher than spring asparagus and more tender than spring lamb, oh, deliver me!
From old bachelors, which are staler than last year’s canned goods, and tougher than cold rarebits, oh, preserve me!
From the hotel “phonograph,” which repeateth the same old love-tunes night after night, year in and year out, oh set me free!
From the impressionist that cometh down over Sunday, deliver me!
For, when he hath loved me with all his heart, and with all his mind, and with all his impudence, for an whole week-end, he shall depart; and the scorners shall delight in their ha-has and the whisperers say, “She was but a temporary distraction!”