As seen on transatlantic boat, from Messrs. Robinson and Cleaver.
Pray do not think that Boston girls all talk such feeble stuff as this is;
To Glazounoff’s inspiring notes they’ll quote from Phillips’s “Ulysses”;
To Massenet’s caressing phrase admire Burne-Jones’s long-necked misses;
Ask what of Ibsen you may think,
Of Nietzsche or of Maeterlinck,
And tell, to score of Humperdink, Buddha’s most esoteric blisses.
A concert it is hard to turn into a conversazione,
Except with consequences which would make the softest heart quite stony,
Unless ’tis done in restaurant where foreigners eat macaroni,