LOVE
_Outwitted_
He drew a circle that shut me out
Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
But Love and I had the wit to win,
We drew a circle that took him in.
--_Edwin Markham_.
DAUGHTER--"Oh, father, how grand it is to be alive! The world is too
good for anything. Why isn't every one happy?"
FATHER--"Who is he this time?"
EDITH--"How does Fred make love?"
MARIE--"Well, I should define it as unskilled labor."
MAG.--"Wot is 'platonic affection,' Liz? Is it love?"
LIZ.--"Well, no;--it ain't _true_ love! Dere ain't no quarreling in
it, ner no fighting, ner worrying, ner hocking, ner drinking,
ner getting arrested fer non-support, ner _nuthin'_ wot's really
passionate!"
_Why_
Do you know why the rabbits are caught in the snare
Or the tabby cat's shot on the tiles?
Why the tigers and lions creep out of their lair?
Why an ostrich will travel for miles?
Do you know why a sane man will whimper and cry
And weep o'er a ribbon or glove?
Why a cook will put sugar for salt in a pie?
Do you know? Well, I'll tell you--it's Love.
--_H.P. Stevens_.
PAPA--"Why, hang it, girl, that fellow only earns nine dollars a
week!"
PLEADING DAUGHTER--"Yes; but, daddy, dear, a week passes so quickly
when you're fond of one another.
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