Auth. So we can. Cut down bridal block, and punch out enough of sky in prairie to make room for it. Then give the legend, "And Edwin died happily, for in his vision he saw his love once more as he had hoped to see her. With his last breath he blessed her as she stood beside him at the altar." That will do, and then I can finish off with, "Who knows they may not meet again? The End."
Pub. And now I want to ask your opinion about some trade advertisements. I want to know if we can work them in?
[Scene closes in upon arrangements of a business-like character.
THE KISS.
(By a Jubilant Juryman.)
[Kissing the Book is now to be dispensed with as part of a Juryman's duties.]
Lip to lip is pleasant altogether,
But there is no charm in lip to leather
All the bards who've sung of osculation,
Down from Ovid to song's last sensation,
Could not lend romance, or even sense,
To the Court's poor labial pretence,
Always meaningless, and most unpleasant.
Here the past is bettered by the present.
Kissing is the due of Love and Beauty,
Dull and dismal when 'tis made mere duty.
Mere lip-loyalty to Love means little—
But to Truth? 'Tis not worth jot or tittle!
When from lip to lip in cold formality
Passed the grubby cover, in reality
Binding kissing made no oath more binding
Nor more easy Justice's clear finding.
Therefore, thanks to common sense,—long missing—
That makes obsolete one form of kissing!
"THERE AND BACK."