THE ROLLICKING MASTODON.

“ Alas! and alas! Has it come to this pass?”
Said the Little Peetookle; “Dear me!
It certainly seems your terrible screams
Intended for music must be!”
The Mastodon stopped; his ditty he dropped,
And murmured, “ Good-morning, my dear.
T never will sing to a sensitive thing
That shatters a song with a sneer!”
The Rollicking Mastodon bade him “ adieu.”
Of course, ’twas a sensible thing to do;
For the Little Peetookle is spared the strain
Of the Rollicking Mastodon over in Spain.
Arthur Macy.

 

 

AN EFFECT IN SHADOWS,