HER CHANCES.

Taihape Daily Times, Issue 219, 23 January 1917, Page 3

HER CHANCES.

The Victorian Statist demonstrates tliat the chances of a girl getting married are less than they have been since 1860. When a little girl in the cradle lies. And wo lean to the laughing glances* To the fire and fun of her wondrous eyes, She is queen of the world's romances; But bother, nodding a happy head, At the plump wee miss in her cradlebed, Is wondering when will her girl be wed, Is reckoning up her chances When baby grows to a gleeful girl, And off to the “kinder” prances, An eye is kept on the precious pearl, And her playmates’ circumstances; For who can know when a childhood’s bond May strike its roots as a friendship fond In later life that may yet abscond With her matrimonial chances. When the fair young flapper is frolicking round. Through the picnic days and the dances, Her mother is watching her, I’ll he bound, With a keenness the need enhances. The tale of fishes still in the sea Is not so sound as it used to be; She must learn to angle’ern skilfully, And make the most of her chances. Oh! the days are past when the woods w r ere thick (For the Noras, Nells, and Nances), With gay young lovers and hearts to stick With Cupid’s feathery lances; And a girl w T ho wins will be trained to spy When there’s solid biz in a youngman’s eye, All thoughts of dalliance she puts by, And sticks like glue to the chances. With every year of her girlhood’s reign All the rival hosts advances, And the golden hour comes not again, So she wakes from her maiden trances; With parted lips and with eyes that shine, J She meets his glance with a glance divine, And down in her heart she says, “You’re mine; I’ve made the best of my chances.” —Sydney Sun.