She could shimmy in a pool;
When it comes to shimmy shaking,
She’s a shimmy shaking fool.
Last month we promised to give you a full portion of George R. Sims’ tragic masterpiece, and so here we offer it for your approval.
’Ostler Joe
By George R. Sims.
I stood at eve when the sun went down, by a grave where a woman lies,
Who lured men’s souls to the shores of sin with the light of wanton eyes;
Who sang the song that the siren sang on the treacherous Lurley height,
Whose face was as fair as a summer’s day, and whose heart was as black as night.