I cannot sing the old songs,
Or dream those dreams again.
* * * * *
“I Cannot Sing the Old Songs.”
“Of course not; they’re hackneyed and out of fashion, and nobody knows what half of them mean. We will change them into new songs, adapted to the taste of the day.
We met—’twas on the rink,
And I feared he’d upset me;
He curved—I tried to think
Who he was, and he let me!
She wore a “pull back” costume