An O'er True Tale.
With eyes of witching brown,
And had a laugh as silvery
As any in the town ;
Alas, she had a habit bad,
And somewhat wearisome,
No matter what the time or place,
Of always chewing gum.
When but a maiden in her teens,
A pupil in the schools,
She cared not for the teacher stern,
Nor for his rigid rules ;
She hid her face behind her book,
When she would "do a sum",
And figured faster when her jaw
Was busy chewing gum.
She played upon the piano well,
And played it soft and loud,
And made sweet music for her friends,
And for the cheering crowd ;
Her time was always accurate,
Whene'er she made it hum ;
She kept it with the motion of
Her jaw while chewing gum.
At last she had a handsome beau,
Who loved her, strange to say,
And sought to win her for his own,
For months, day dfter day ;
And when he asked her for her hand,
She simply said, "Yum, yum,"
And dropped her head upon his breast,
And kept on chewing gum.
The winds may tire of blowing o'er
The dreary, desert waste ;
The rivers may get weary, too,
As to the sea they haste ;
Unto those wagging, working jaws
Will no tired feeling come?
When death shall lay her in the grave
Will she keep chewing gum?
__J. M. Cavaness.
J. M. Cavaness
(Chanute: Tribune Pub. Co. 1913)