The Books of To-day and the Books of To-morrow, September 1907
 

The Ruling Passion.


IN THE MILLINERY TRADE.

THERE was a young person at Jay’s
Who was seized by the Limerick craze.
Hope deferred made her skinny:
But she’s just won a guinea,
And now takes an out-size in stays.
 

IN THE HOUSE.

A get-wealthy-quickly M.P.
Used to send in his weekly 6d.
He would spend all his time
Hunting hard for a rhyme,
While his friends on the Terrace took tea.

IN THE CITY.

There was a young man of Mark Lane
Who shot himself right through the brain.
On failing again,
And again, and again.
And again, and again, and again.

ON THE LINKS.

There was once a golfer who swore,
‘I will find a rhyme to Skiddaw!’
He’s abandoned the links,
Smokes excessively, drinks,
And his handicap’s now eighty-four.

IN THE SMART SET.

A Duchess was heard to exclaim,
‘My powers of rhyming are tame:
My scansion is weak:
My ideas are to seek:
But I may get a prize on my name.’

CRUELTY TO INFANTS.

A father in far County Down
Is the talk of the whole native town.
Absentmindedly, maybe,
He’s christened his baby
James Missing Line Limerick Brown.

 


 

Printed unsigned; entered by Wodehouse in Money Received for Literary Work.