TO A FLIRTGIRL.
A Poem of Platitude.
Yes, girls will be girls, and flirts will be flirts,
And coquette to the end of the chapter!
"There's safety in numbers," the proverb asserts,
And I'm sure that no saw could he apter.
The safety, I fear, is that Dick will fight shy,
When he hears that you're flirting with Harry;
And Harry will think, when you've Tom in your eye,
That you're safer to flirt with than marry!
Nay, then you don't rest till you've Jack at your feet,
Till he finds that he's Willy for rival;
The odds are that both, like the rest, will retreat,
And at last there'll be no one's survival.
For flirting's a game that is risky to play,
At least from the standpoint of wedlock;
When each is afraid your affection will stray
To some other, the end is a deadlock!
The Boot War.—"In consequence of the strike," observed Mrs. R., "I am afraid a great many hardworking men will be left with boots on their hands."