WHEN "WIFEY" READS DOPE.
Seated at the breakfast table on a sultry summer's day,
Mrs. Smith picked up the paper in a careless, idle way,
Threw her lamps on social items, noted quickly up and down
Names of lucky, favored people who had blown away from town
In this steamy August weather, till at last her restless glance
Fell upon the sporting section, and she lingered in a trance.
Mrs. Smith picked up the paper in a careless, idle way,
Threw her lamps on social items, noted quickly up and down
Names of lucky, favored people who had blown away from town
In this steamy August weather, till at last her restless glance
Fell upon the sporting section, and she lingered in a trance.
Mr. Smith was eating bacon—which the same, as you should know,
Is a widespread breakfast fodder anywhere you choose to go—
And his jaw was working deftly, like the handle of a pump,
When he heard an exclamation from his wife that made him jump.
"What's the matter?" he responded, with his appetite well sated.
"Why those frowns upon your forehead? Why those eyeballs so dilated?"
Is a widespread breakfast fodder anywhere you choose to go—
And his jaw was working deftly, like the handle of a pump,
When he heard an exclamation from his wife that made him jump.
"What's the matter?" he responded, with his appetite well sated.
"Why those frowns upon your forehead? Why those eyeballs so dilated?"
"Tell me this," she said and shuddered, "tell me what this means, I pray:
'Nothing but the gallant playing of Mike Johnson saved the day.
'Nothing but the gallant playing of Mike Johnson saved the day.
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