Reflections

Ladies' Mirror, Volume 4, Issue 10, 1 April 1926, Page 72

Reflections

This funny old world is a mirror, you know; Turn its way with a sneer, or face of a foe, And you will see trouble. But meet it with laughter and looks full of cheer, And back will come sunshine and love true and dear. Your blessings to double. Suppose you try smiling. SEASONAL When the weather is hot, And the sun’s beating down, Then I’d rather be not In my office in town. Mid the heat and the murk Of a hot summer’s day I prefer not to work, For I’d much rather play. When the mercury climbs up to ninety degrees With a pipe and a book I would loaf at my ease. But when winter comes round, And the air’s crisp and clear, And there’s snow on the ground, And the wind nips your ear, Then I long for the clime Of the tropical Turk. That’s the season when I’m Quite unfitted for work. For the winter’s the time when I run true to form; And I sigh for a place that is restful and warm. THIS HOUSE IS WAITING FOR A BRIDE This house is waiting for a bride To keep it scrubbed and scoured inside, To keep its doorways white and neat For the approval of the street. This kitchen craves a mistress who Will make its woodwork look like new; Will make its pans like mirrors flash; And use its chopping bowl for hash. This brown, unspaded, awkward yard, With straggling weeds, is wishing hard To grow to be a garden where She’ll find a rosebud for her hair. And lettuces and spinach fine

To please her husband when they dine, So that he’ll kindly say, “Let’s go To see the corner movie show!” This house is waiting for a bride. And, dear, I wanted you to ride Around this way to see if you Could make the house believe you’d do SUMMERTIME LOVE When winter goes with cold and cough, And sun that never shone, I take my woollen undies off And put on silk ones on; When summer comes my cheeks to tan, My daily prayer is this: “Oh, send me some delightful man Who’ll teach me how to kiss!” A LOVE STORY They walked by each other. Their eyes met. They rode together. Their lips met. They went to the minister. Their souls met. They lived together. Their lawyers met. QUITE LONG ENOUGH At a country show the man who had judged the dogs was approached by an unsuccessful competitor. “See here,” said the competitor, bringing his small dog forward, “why hasn’t this dog got a prize?” “Well,” said the judge, “his points are wrong.” “How,” demanded the dog owner, “you just tell me where he’s wrong.” “He’s wrong in several ways,” said the judge. “For instance, his legs are too short.” “Too short,” shouted the other. “How can his legs be too short? They touch the ground, don’t they? What more d’ye want?” “Is it true, doctor,” asked the gushing young lady, “that you are a lady-killer?” “Madam,” replied the doctor, “I make no distinction between the sexes.”