To the Rescue

“I wish,” the bashful young man said,

     As through the magazine

He turned from ad. to ad. and spied,

     As all of us have seen,

The many correspondence schools,

     “They’d have, my stars above!

A correspondence school upon

     The art of making love.”

He murmured this in accents low,

     But she, who sat close by,

O’erheard the young man’s plaintive note

     And said with sparkling eye:

“O, save your money, foolish boy,

     Much better ways are planned;

I’ll teach the art of making love,

     And teach you it first hand.”

Sept. 25, ‘10

Tues.

Oct. 4