In this harassing, harrowing, hectoring game.
But missing Dame Fortune, they sit down and moan,
And oft grumble because through their fingers she flits:
They should dig for the tramp’s philosopher’s stone:
“I can’t git what I wants, so I take what I gits.”
Drawn by Charles W. Kahles.
The Annual Dinner.
H a l l r o u m a n i a , o r T h e B o a r d e r l a n d
by Irvin S. Cobb.