The Fatted Calf

Said Jack to Torn, one summer day, " You're gettmg in a baddish way, Your breath is short, your breast is flat ; You used to weigh a dozen stone, And uow you're only skiu and bone, Why, you're as leau as 1 am fat. Come out with me, my farm is near ; 1 know you'U like our country cheer, My fruit is ripe, my eggs are new ; I've claret, too, your favorite brand ; Come out now, come ; 8ay ' Yes,' off-hand ; I'll kill the fatted cali íor you." " That last remark of yours dear Jack, Though meant in kindness, holds me back." "I don't see why, though," Tom replied. " The fatted calf - to take its hfe- Think of your children aud your wife, And you committing suicide ! "