The Blessed Appetite.

Free Lance, Volume VI, Issue 309, 2 June 1906, Page 9

The Blessed Appetite.

Flapjacks for bieakfast; napjacks at nooui, jp lapjacKs at o o clock — jAji it am, t a oit too soon ! Oh, diggm' btiams yev muscles, An' bendfc* yer back, all ngnt, But it pays ye double value in yer blefa&ed appetite. Yer claim may be a dandy — An' yer hopin' that 'tis so, An 1 ' that 'twill pan out better The deeper that ye qo — But though ye dig out bushels 0' the golden metal bright, Yel l take out naught more precious Than yer blessed appetite. Yer coffee — it is nectar! Yer bacon — it is prime! Yer bread — waal, that is flapjacks, An' its flapjacks all the time ; But, bless ye, how ye love 'em ! They don't git stale a mite, For they're seasoned every meal time By yer blessed appetite. The nabobs with their millions. However rich yer claim, Would stack but paltry thousands Before ye fer the same; You bet there's dozens of 'em Would jump right out o' sight Fer a chance to give a million Fer yer blessed appetite. Flapjacks for breakfast; Flapjacks at noon,; Flapjacks at 6 o'clock — An' it ain't a bit too soon! Oh, doggin' strains yer muscles, An' bends yer back, all right, But it pays ye double value In yer blessed' appetite.

— Arthur J. Burdock, in "Sunset Magazine."

I have pleasure in announcing that I have purchased from Messrs. Wrigglesworth and Binns the whole of their negatives, and am now prepared to supply copies to original sitters. These portraits will be supplied in the latest and most up-to-date styles. — J. N. Isaacs, Victoria Studio, Manners-street.