VANITY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 19811, 1 December 1919, Page 6

VANITY.

n.v AVAI/T MAWS. 1 I am dyeing, comrades, dyeing, f or j my whiskers show tip prey; (lie ‘effect' is rather trying, so I’d 'stain them dappled hay. Oh, life's little day is ending, and the evensong is snug, and I spend my time pretending, vainly, too, that lam young. 1 wear raiment bravo and gaudy, and deny I have the gout; but the hinges in my body are as rusty as get out; at the least exertion tiring, I must seek the nearest chair, and my sparkplugs all miss bring otory time I’d climb a stair, lint I m evermore pretending that I’m inst a three-y^ir-old; all my waking hours 1 ™ s P™«mg proving I’m as good as gold. -My old eyes are rather rhenmv, and my teeth are celluloid, but I won’t adm.t I m gloomy, or that life’s Rn aching Toid. I chirp on, like Alfred’s I folks how good I feel, though I have a musty liver,, and J™/'? m V heel - Tt ™itv, dodgast it, and perhaps that’s an ofonco, and you say I should bo past it, should be gifted with moro sense. You 1 denounce my empty fooling, saying I’m a fake, indeed; would you rather have me drooling like a dotard gone to