Picture of a Stork.
Here's to the stork,
A most valuable bird,
That inhabits the residence districts
He doesn't sing tunes,
Nor yield any plumes,
But he helps out the vital statistics.
—Portland Oregonian.
At the Christening of a Girl Baby.
Here's hoping that the little tot
We christened at the water
May live to take another name
And name another daughter.
The Babies.
We haven't all had the good fortune to be ladies; we have not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but when the toast works down to babies, we stand on common ground—for we've all been babies.—Samuel L. Clemens (Mark Twain).