RYMBELSare not all of them necessarily humorous. Jocoseria is, of course, frequently met with in them, but in the following tragical and noteworthy rymbel Theodosia Garrison proves that drama, in its most lean, Greek, intense, and pulsing form, may well find a place in them. The tragedy, terrible as it is, is one that might befall any woman of means.TRAGEDYOR, THE MISSES AND THE MASSEUSEBY THEODOSIA GARRISON
RYMBELSare not all of them necessarily humorous. Jocoseria is, of course, frequently met with in them, but in the following tragical and noteworthy rymbel Theodosia Garrison proves that drama, in its most lean, Greek, intense, and pulsing form, may well find a place in them. The tragedy, terrible as it is, is one that might befall any woman of means.
OR, THE MISSES AND THE MASSEUSE
BY THEODOSIA GARRISON
THEdame unto her masseuse spake,With sad and downcast mien,“Woe’s me that I have grown so stout,Both up and down and all about:I would be long and lean.”“Dear Madam, on my guidance lean,’T were mean to do you wrong;Rely upon my means and taste,And some day you shall have the waist,The waist for which you long.”She murmured “But it takes so long,To get results—I mean.”Oh, what a cruel waste is thatThat makes a person short and fatWho would be long and lean.
THEdame unto her masseuse spake,With sad and downcast mien,“Woe’s me that I have grown so stout,Both up and down and all about:I would be long and lean.”“Dear Madam, on my guidance lean,’T were mean to do you wrong;Rely upon my means and taste,And some day you shall have the waist,The waist for which you long.”She murmured “But it takes so long,To get results—I mean.”Oh, what a cruel waste is thatThat makes a person short and fatWho would be long and lean.
THEdame unto her masseuse spake,With sad and downcast mien,“Woe’s me that I have grown so stout,Both up and down and all about:I would be long and lean.”
THEdame unto her masseuse spake,
With sad and downcast mien,
“Woe’s me that I have grown so stout,
Both up and down and all about:
I would be long and lean.”
“Dear Madam, on my guidance lean,’T were mean to do you wrong;Rely upon my means and taste,And some day you shall have the waist,The waist for which you long.”
“Dear Madam, on my guidance lean,
’T were mean to do you wrong;
Rely upon my means and taste,
And some day you shall have the waist,
The waist for which you long.”
She murmured “But it takes so long,To get results—I mean.”Oh, what a cruel waste is thatThat makes a person short and fatWho would be long and lean.
She murmured “But it takes so long,
To get results—I mean.”
Oh, what a cruel waste is that
That makes a person short and fat
Who would be long and lean.