A simple suit of homespun tweed
That ended at the knees!
No wonder that my legs are chill.
Quick, nurse! another camphor pill!
I fear I’m going to sneeze.
MR. CHARLES HANSON TOWNE, who has been spending a week-end with the Rymbels, and who is distantly related to them through the Jumbles (of Spring Street), overheard the following “thirt” and made careful enough notes of it to preserve it for all time.
THE YELLOW VASE
BY CHARLES HANSON TOWNE
I GAVE the man a ten-cent fare
When I got on the train.