There was a young lady named Moll
Who purchased a new parasol,
With a handle so long
That she had to be strong
Or she couldn't have lugged it at all.
She met a young man who, 'twas plain,
Was staggering with might and main
To steady his gait
'Neath the terrible weight
Of his dreadfully cumbersome cane.
So intent was the beautiful Moll
In lugging her long parasol,
That she passed the young swain
With the cumbersome cane
And never once saw him at all.
What a narrow escape for that swain!
Had she recognized him he would fain
Have lifted his hat;
But how could he do that
And carry his cumbersome cane?
—Washington Post.
Some of the Vassar girls have organized a gum-chewing association. They meet for cul-chaw.
—Burlington Free Press.