Wit and Humor.

Thames Star, Volume XXV, Issue 4668, 23 February 1894, Page 1

Wit and Humor.

ONCE TOO OFTEN. With skirt held up moat daintily She crossed the road, in front of me ; My eves were not asleep. Her little feet, 'neatb silken sheen, Would peep to see if they were seen, Arid then retreat with modest mien, But soon again they'd peep. The fetching hat upon her head Was lovelier than a flower bed Or any crown of flowers. Her gown most modest, swell and newj Imprisoned her form, divinely true, Surpaseing forms c'en fancy knew Or seen in rairiee'bowers. The brave alone deserve the fair, I thought I'd chance it then and there, So, stepping with more life "'. I neared—she turned her face. Said I, I'd not be rode, but may—— She looked at me. What could I say P I had mistook my wife. She wore her bathing-dress one night, Far from the madding crowd. The moon was fall, bnt when she oame It went behind a cloud. "It wasatiejht squeeze for me," said Bjenks, as he finished the story of his ad* venture, and an old maid listener whispered sofrly »o herself— "If I had only been there." Ethel—" Mamma and I were attacked t>y the tramp, and I threw a stone and knocked him flat." Maud—" How did you efer come to hit bim with it ?" Ethel—" I fired at mamma." Brobson—" What two kinds of men meet in the early morning hours ?.' Craik—" I'm sure I don't know." Brobson—" Why, the hardy sons of toil and the tardy song of Hoyle, of course."