WHAT’S TRUMPS ?
‘ What are trumps in the game of life ’’ I asked of all in the busy strife. * Hearts,’ said the maiden, shy and sweet, With happy eyes and blushes Meet. The society belle smiled scornfully : ‘ Hearts for you, but diamonds for me.’ * Clubs,’drawled the blasd man of the world, Drifting down stream with bis sails all furled. The grave-digger laughed, as he plied his trade : * Spades are the final trumps,’ he said.
Mrs Oldboy : ‘ Oh, you needn't talk, John. You were bound to have me. You can’t say that I ever ran after you.’ Oldboy : ‘ Very true, Maria, and the trap never runs after the mouse, but it gathers him in all the same.’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 13, 1 April 1893, Page 312
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115WHAT’S TRUMPS ? New Zealand Graphic, Volume X, Issue 13, 1 April 1893, Page 312
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