Bachelor Housekeeping

He Ís a bachelor pro tem., His wlfe's away And meanwhlle- you can make a mem.- Life issn't play. Hesleepsin all thebedsin turn. 'Twould make bis wife's face set and stern If ehe oonld see how things are mussed Sinceshe went offin placld trust That things would stay where they were left W'hilelier dear hubby was bereft. The bureau drawers are half pulled out, With shirts and socks strewn all about The floor because he tried one day To ünd a shirt she'd put away. The parlor hasn't once been swept, His old cigar stumps he has kept Upon the centre table where There chanced to be a small place bare. Out in thekitchen in a pile Are all the dishes gathered whlle Her indolent, though loving spouse, Has been a bachelor keeping house. The pile will grow without a doubt As long as the snpply holds out, Then he'll brace up when need confronts, And wash the whole lot up at once. The whole house has a musty air Of stale tobáceo; every where Newspapers litter up the floor- nd I could teil you of much more Which, if his dear wife knew of It, Woulu make her fall down in a fit. Oh, things have gone to wreek and wrack NVhileshe'saway, And vou can bet when she comes bacK, Life won't be play. ... .