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´╗┐Title: Children of Our Town
Author: Wells, Carolyn, 1862-1942
Language: English
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  CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN

  BY E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE

  WITH VERSES BY
  CAROLYN WELLS


  [Illustration]



  CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN

  [Illustration]



  CHILDREN
  OF OUR
  TOWN

  PICTURED BY
  E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE

  WITH VERSES BY
  CAROLYN WELLS

  PUBLISHED BY
  R. H. RUSSELL
  NEW YORK

  Copyright, 1902, by
  ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL



  FLYING KITES


  A blustering windy day's just right
  For boys who want to fly a kite;
  And it affords the greatest joy
  To make and use the pretty toy.

    But Aged Duffers, do not try
    A large-sized paper kite to fly;
    You could not manage tail or string,
    And ten to one you'd spoil the thing.



  BOATS ON THE LAKE


  A morning full of happiness any boy may find
  By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined;
  The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then
  They jerk and struggle to be free--away they go again!
  They wibble-wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset,--
  Of course he reaches out for them,--of course he gets quite wet.

  But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park,
  Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark.



  AT CONEY ISLAND


  See proud Belinda smartly dressed
  In all her flaunting Sunday best;
  With muslin hat and ruffles big
  She cannot comfortably dig.

    Ask her if she would like to play,--
    She will not answer either way;
    She'll only shake herself, and then,
    Just pout and grin and pout again.

  Dear Grandams, meekly learn from this,
  How very ill-advised it is
  To don a costume fine and grand
  When you go playing in the sand.

    Instead of your bespangled net,
    Or moire velvet edged with jet,
    Just wear a gingham, simply made,
    So you can tuck it up and wade.



  IN CENTRAL PARK


  In Central Park, along the Mall,
  We see the gay goat-carriage crawl;
  With little boys and girls inside,
  Enjoying their exciting ride.

    Right willingly each nimble steed
    Exerts his very utmost speed;
    And o'er the smooth hard road they race
    At something like a turtle's pace.

      But stout old men and portly dames,
      Pray, do not urge your rightful claims;
      And even though you have the price,
      Listen, I beg, to my advice.

        Do not insist on getting in
        The little carriage for a spin;
        You'd not look picturesque at all
        Careering up and down the Mall.



  THE FIRST OF APRIL


  'Tis taught by philosophic schools
  The human race is mostly fools.
  And once a year you see this truth
  Ably set forth by jocund youth,
  Who broach the tenets of the creed
  Plainly that he who runs may read.

    But Aged Idiots, 'tis not meet
    For you to run along the street,
    And with a manner bold and sly
    Pin tags on ladies passing by,
    Or sit upon the curb and look
    For fools to snatch your pocket-book.



  PLEBEIAN


  Lucinda's tastes are so depraved;
      She likes to play and romp
  With children poor and ill-behaved,
      Who boast no style or pomp.

      Their costumes are not quite correct,
          They have no pretty tricks;
      Lucinda! pray be more select,
          In higher circles mix.



  PATRICIAN


  Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls,
      How quick to take advice.
  Behold her with unpapered curls,
      And frock so rich and nice!

      Her haughty stare! Who would suppose
          That dress would change her so
      Oh, blessed influence of fine clothes,
          How much to thee we owe!



  QUARRELSOMENESS


  Dear lady-readers of whatever age,
  Look backward and with me enjoy this page.
  What happy moments have we often spent
  Thus to our frenzied anger giving vent.
  Ah, me, the long-lost joys of being young!
  To make up faces, and stick out one's tongue;
  How those occasions of Xantippish strife
  Gave zip and zest to our dull childish life.



  THE ETERNAL FEMININE


  Ah, truly, as the tree is bent the tiny twig's inclined,
      And in the very littlest girls we see
  The contradictious tendencies of woman's wayward mind
      Developed to a marvellous degree.
  For each small daughter of her mother
  Will say one thing and do the other.

      For instance, when some little girls just hate to go to school
          And beg that they may stay at home and play;
      And then, permission given, these same children, as a rule,
          Delight in _playing school_ the livelong day!
      Ah, no wonder poets feature
      Woman as a captious creature.



  WISTFULNESS


  Baby and Sis and me
  Stand by the fence and see
      Picnickers munch
      Lots o' good lunch,
  Jes' givin' nothin' to we.

      Baby and Sis and me,
      Hungry as we can be,
          Haven't no right
          To be 'spectin' a bite,--
      But we're glad lookin' is free.



  KINDNESS TO ANIMALS


  The Bison, though he seems so grim,
      Is very sensitive;
  And when the children stare at him,
      He wants to cease to live.

      He hears them wonder why he's there,
          And why he can't break through;
      And why he has such funny hair,
          And why he doesn't moo.

  At this, the suffering Buffalo
      Can scarce restrain to weep;
  Their caustic comments hurt him so,--
      They haunt him in his sleep.

      But, Grown-Up people, let me pray
          You'll not behave like this;
      The Bison pet,--and, when you may,
          Give him a friendly kiss.



  A COLD DAY


  In winter time when ice and sleet
  Make slidy places on the street,
  The children early leave their beds
  And rush out with their skates and sleds.

      All merrily the little dears
      Throw snowballs in each other's ears;
      And thus with pretty playful ways
      Beguile the white and wintry days.

          Oh, Venerable Veterans,
          I hate to disarrange your plans;
          But truly, if you try this game
          You will go home all stiff and lame.



  SKATES


  A blithesome boy this picture shows;
  He has a true Mercurian pose,
  Like winged heels his roller-skates
  Send him fast-flying past his mates.
  When one is young, 'tis very nice
  To skate on rollers or on ice.

      But Ancient Gaffers, do not try
      With active boys like this to vie.
      For if you get a skate on, you
      Acquire a rolling gait, 'tis true.
      But soon this proverb you'll endorse,--
      A rolling gait gathers remorse.



  THE EXCURSION BOAT


  Into the boat the breeze blows fair,
      It blows across the deck;
  It blows the little children's hair,--
      They get it in the neck.

      And in this picture you may see
          The happy girls and boys,
      So true to life,--but thankful be
          You cannot hear the noise.

          The great steam-whistle's fearful squeaks.
              The band, ill-tuned and loud;
          The babies with their screams and shrieks,
              The bustle of the crowd.

              Grown People, you'd prefer, afloat,
                  A private yacht, I'm sure;
              Then shun the gay excursion boat
                  Unless you're very poor.



  EVOLUTIONARY FAME


  These merry children, I'll be bound
  In careless pleasure ride around;
  Unthinking as they onward go,
  What pedigree their horses show.

      But, Graybeard, you learned when a boy
      About the Wooden Horse of Troy;
      And you assume these steeds to be
      The Trojan Sire's posterity.

          Well, there you're wrong! you have forgot.
          They're Flying Horses, are they not?
          And, scions of a noble name,
          From Pegasus descent they claim.

              But, Graybeards, curb your mad desires
              To mount upon these whizzing flyers.
              For there's the very strongest chance
              You'd go home in an ambulance.



  PIETY


  With new, ill-fitting gloves,
      With frocks as white as snow,
  By two and two these little loves
      To First Communion go.

      I watch them as they pass,--
          Somehow, I shrewdly guess
      Each child thinks little of her mass
          And much about her dress.

          But you, dear Aged Saint,
              Whose eyeballs upward roll,
          I trust you have no worldly taint
              Upon your gentle soul.



  WEALTH


  Joe Munn who has a penny
  Has friends and friends a-many;
      They hang around him eagerly and offer him advice.
  Tim Lanigan states clearly
  That he loves taffy dearly
      And butterscotch is awful good and chocolates is nice.

      Jane said, but no one heard her,
      "An orange would go furder,"
          While Billy Barlow's heart beat high inside his chubby shape.
      It needs no divination
      To see the application,--
          Until your purse is empty from your friends you can't escape.



  THE SKIPPING-ROPE

  This picture (as you can see, I hope)
  Shows a fat little maiden skipping rope.
  She can jump "highwater" and "pepper" too,
  But, fat old ladies, let me tell you,
  If you jump "highwater" you'll lose your breath,
  And to jump "pepper" might cause your death.



  MUSIC'S MIGHT

  On the East Side any day,
  When the street pianos play
    You can see the children dancing with
        a rhythmic whirl and sway.

        All untaught their native grace,
        Joy in every grinning face,
          To the music they are gaily keeping
              perfect time and pace.

              But, infirm and aged crones,
              Do not risk your ancient bones;
                Your old nerves would suffer sadly
                    jarred and jolted by the stones.



  A BALL GAME

  There never was a place so bad
  But one redeeming trait it had.

      Now Harlem is no good at all
      Save as a place for playing ball.

          But there the boys will run and play
          Their favorite game 'most every day.

              But, Reverend sir, 'twould foolish be
              To play, with your rheumatic knee.

                  And, Deacon, do not try, I beg,
                  To play the game with your game leg.



  THE RIVAL QUEENS


  Now wasn't this ridiculous?
  Essie and Mamie had a fuss,
  And each declared she wouldn't play
  Unless she could be Queen of May.

    "You think you're smart!" Miss Essie said,
    And Mamie sneered and tossed her head.
    And each one angrily declared
    There'd be no queen for all she cared!

      Mamie was mad as she could be,
      And Essie pouted sulkily;
      With angry looks they onward stalked,
      While no one 'neath the May-bower walked.

        Oh! social Queens, this lesson learn
        If for supremacy you yearn,
        And of your fitness there is doubt,
        See that your rival too's kept out.



  LITTLE MOTHERS

  The Little Mothers of the poor
  They lead a jolly life, I'm sure;
  For without being gray and old,
  They've all a mother's right to scold.
  As eagerly each day they meet
  To pass the gossip of the street,
  Her baby-cart, each states with pride,
  Is finest on the whole East side.
  And each, her small charge will declare
  The handsomest baby anywhere.
  Oh, Grown-up Mothers, learn to praise
  Your children and their pretty ways.



  OTHER LITTLE MOTHERS


  The Little Mothers of the rich
      Are really works of art,
  They are dressed up to such a pitch
      In frocks so fine and smart.

      They do not have to take the charge
          Of baby boys or girls;
      No, they have dolls exceeding large
          With silky, flaxen curls.

          Ah, Mothers in Society,
              Accept this reasoning sound;
          Dolls far less troublesome would be
              Than children bothering round.



  FOURTH OF JULY

  These boisterous boys, with bang and fizz,
      They make such noisy noise;
  But, then, perhaps the reason is,
      They are such boysy boys.

      The girls as well,--from early morn
          They shoot and shoot and shoot;
      And on a trumpet or a horn
          They toot and toot and toot.

          But you, whose locks are bleached by Time,
              (Or by the Chemist's aid),
          Heed my admonitory rhyme,
              Nor join the gay parade.



  THANKSGIVING-DAY


  When Autumn brings around the day
      Devoted to thanksgiving,
  The children scream with laughter gay
      For very joy of living.

      And every sort of escapade
          Receives their commendation;
      But all agree a masquerade
          Is best for celebration.

          The boys and girls all swarm around
              The crowd is hourly growing;
          Straw hatted and grotesquely gowned,--
              With tin horns loudly blowing.

              But dear old dames with snowy puffs,
                  Tulle caps and Mechlin laces,
              Don't scramble out and join the toughs
                  In boys' clothes and false faces.



  ICE-CREAM


  To Bob and Sue, who have ice-cream,
  Life is a glowing, halcyon dream,
      While Tom stands empty by;
  And says, "Gee! fellers, ain't it prime?
  Say, I had ice-cream too, one time,
      And it was great! Oh, my!"

  Ah, beaux and belles at rout or ball,
  Does ice-cream on your palate pall?
      Is it to you no treat?
  You never ate it from the can,
  Come, patronize the Ice-Cream Man,
      Come down to Mulberry Street!

  [Illustration:]





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