THE IRONY OF FATE.
Pa rones, he had a set of teeth,
And Ala. she wore them, too;
And when they neither had them in,
They loaned them to Miss Lou.
Miss Foil, she was an old. old maid.
Her hair was straight and gray,
Her bony frame was tall and stiff.
She tried to be so gay.
Rob Brown, he was a widower.
He had a brood of eight.
He thought Miss Lou would surely prove
A good and useful mate.
So Bob he wrote a billet doux,
And to Miss Lou be sent;
He asked if he might call on her,
And to his love give vent.
Miss Ron she crimppecl her thin gray hair.
Her sunken cheek did paint;
She borrowed Mable's hobble skirt,
Si i tight it made her faint.
The false teeth got from old Pa Jones,
The plate it didn't fit;
Rut Aliss Lou thought herself so line,
As waiting she did sit.
Bob Brown, be bought some chewing gum.
And to her brought the gift;
Alas, for Lou, she took a chew
And out the teeth did lift.
Miss Lou she gave a little scream.
The teeth they hit the floor;
Rut Bob be left them lying there.
And quickly reached the door.
The moral of this little tale,
ddiat I now tell to von ;
To ever strive, to always work.
In all things to be true.
—('has. Goslan Segars.