Gems of Verse.

Waimate Daily Advertiser, Volume III, Issue 127, 12 November 1901, Page 3

Gems of Verse.

His nafas was Apple, hera wak Peach. But at the attar stair All men and women did agree They made a handsome Pear.

LITTLE WILLIE'S DOWNFALL. [Being an exposition of the fact tha science, though excel ent in its way and p -rhaps indispensable, may not be « good thing all around after all ] Little Willie’s days ars dreary. He is sick at h- art and sore ; Once he cheered ns with laughter, He is doing so no more. Little Willie has a sister Who is fair and taeiry three | Never was a gentle maiden Sweeter, daintier than she.

Willie’s »ister has a fellow Whom she loves w th a’l her might, And he comes to see her with the Regularity of night. Willie’s si star’s fellow’s father Is a millionaire whos i one Wish appears to bi to pamper The desires of his eoq. Willie sister’s Mlow used to Ride behind a blooded pair That could “ do a mile in .20’ 1 Without moistening a hair. WiUie used to hold those,charges While their owner was inside Asking Willie’* happy sister To get ready for a ride. And it used to seem to take her Long to make her toilet, too, . Or perhaps ’twas not htr toilet— Willie didn’t care a sou. Oft he sat there in the carriage While the hours dragged along. Holding iii mly to the nbb'ms, 1 Pouring out his soul in s <ng. And his pretty sister’s Mlow Gladdened him with many a fee. Ah, the wav that child spent money Was astonishing to me !

Nearly all he ate was candy, H ■ had friends to tarn awar ; All the b >ya were out for Willie Everywhere and every day. His opinion was their gospel. They were all on Wilde’s side ; Will'e was their saint and leader, Willie’s heart was full of pride. Gone, ala*, is Willie's prestige. And his friends, oh, where are they. One of them gave little Willie A sad beating yesterday I Little girls male* faces at him Who had only smiles before, Willie doesn’t, carry candy* In his pockets any more. Little Wi'lie’s heart is heavy, Toere’s a shadow on his brow— Linle Willie’s sister’s fellow Has a horseless carriage now ! — S- P. Kiser in Chicago TimesHerald.