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Gisborne Times, Volume XXVII, Issue 2693, 24 December 1909, Page 3 (Supplement)

BENEATH THE MISTLETOE. ’Twas at- a Christinas ball, and there (For all were masked), incognito, I met a maiden passing fair. Beneath the merry mistletoe. Of course, it’s difficult to tell Behind a mask one’s friend or foe, But, confident, and bold as well, I hinted for a kiss, you know. At my request she whispered low, “That may not be, Sir Mask, 1 m married!” , “Why. so am I; but who’s to know.'' I asked. She thought a bit, then tarried! 14 That stolen hiss was very sweet, They always are—another, oh! The shaded light seemed so discreet, Our chaperon the mistletoe! We danced together till the last, When all too soon, ’twas time to go— And then I found it- was my wife Who’d passed as my incognito! We gaspedi in mutual mute surprise; I know, for one, I felt de trop; And now we both avert our eyes When someone mentions mistletoe. “TH’ THING THAT GITS ME RATTLED. A conscience is a orful scairy thing to have, you’re right, For whenever you’ve stolen apples with tli’ boys, >. . ■ Your Ma she says it ha’nts you m the middle oft tli’ night, . A-speakin’ in a'“still, small voice. 1 Now, I don’t mind rollin’ thunder, nor pourin’, peltin’ rain, I ain’t scared of anny nat’ral, earthly ' noise, • . , ’ , But th’ thing that gits me rattled an th’ thing gives me a pain Is tli’ squeakin’ of that “still, small voice” 1 So, when I’ve ben orful wicked an’ I say my prayers at night (I wonder if God hears ns naughty boys), I I jos’ pray, “Dear Lord in Heaven, you \ kin smite me with your might, But don’t whisper in that ‘still small voice’ ”!