THE FLIGHT OF LOVE
Time was when I, aspiring To win a maiden's smiles, And rapidly acquiring A suitor's subtle wiles, Soon found that flow'rs and candy Accomplished much, but far More potent proved a dandy Imported motor car. No clashing young Apollo Was I, I must admit, And yet ('twas bound to follow) The auto made a hit. Then smoothly, for a seoson, The course of courtship rati For which there was a reason: Tha motor, not the man. But flying days bring sorrow, It grieves me sore to learn, And on no glad to-morrow Shall,love to me return; ' The lass I felt so sure of— I realise with painHas yielded to the lure of My rival's aeroplane! —J. Adair Strawsom, iu 'Puck.'
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Evening Star, Issue 14438, 6 August 1910, Page 2
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124THE FLIGHT OF LOVE Evening Star, Issue 14438, 6 August 1910, Page 2
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