Jingles Of The Day

Whcn in some stocks you've dabbled dpep And wake some mornins from your sleep, Ob, what a dear, delightful thing. As on the telephone yon ring Your broker np for him to sell, To have that girl back at you yell, "Busy!" When frorn your houso you rush forth quick And leave your wife at home quite sick. And to the nearest station go And ring yxur doctor up, how slow The minutes pass while thus you walt Untü you hear that sweet girl state, "Busy!" Perchance you've asked some fair, swoet muid To go whore large hats are displayed And flnd. when at her house remóte, Those tickets - in another coat, You'll "telephonc." 'twill take "a trice," And then that voice cries, cold as ice, "Busy!" You leave for Europe; steanier due To sail on Saturday at 2, And just before you start, you look; You've left at home that pocketbook! "GreatScott! Wifeknowa. I'll telephone. Helio! Ah, there," and then you groan. "Busy." I knew a fellow who adored One of the telephonic board. He loved her ith a passion strong; He loved her mudi; he loved her long. But when to teil hia love ne tried The maid mechanically replied, "Busy." Fair telephonic girls, beware. Some day you'll mount the golden st&ir. Take heed now, ere it be too late, Or else when you've knocked at the gatn And given your nunibcr Peter'U say: "Oh, come around some other day- Busy."