PS m\n HELEN-ROWLAND Class *' ^ c^ tJcJr J^J COPYRfGHT DEPOSnV / PROMISED TO PAY A WOMAN'S BILLS FOR LIFE. BY-HELEN- I^OWLfSND DECDR/^TIONS ooooBY oooohAROLO oooo5PEftKA\ AN DDDGE PUBLIShIND COMPAKl)^ N CW Y O i^ K COPYRIGHT 1915 BY DODGE PUBLISHING COMPANY % P^\. <^ ©JU4 18819 TO MY HUSBAND WILLIAM HILL-BRERETON THIS LITTLE BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED o AKE ! For the Spring has scat- tered into flight The Vows of Lent, and bids the heart be light. Bring on the Roast, and take the Fish away ! The Season calls— and Woman's eyes are bright ! Oo9^0 0°9^0 Q o EFORE the phantom of Pale Winter died, Methought the Voice of Spring within me cried, " When Hymen's rose-decked altars glow within. Why nods the laggard Bachelor outside?" % Q (3>s to ND, at the Signal, I who stood before In idle musing, shouted, " Say no more! You know how little while we have to Love — And Love's light Hand is knock- ing at the door!" 9rP6j Q?o9o§ COI I CD OW, the New Moon reviving :]co old desires, The gallant Youth to Sentiment aspires ; And ere he saunters forth on conquest bent, Himself, like unto Solomon, attires. 5) b ®FFO©0 HIS WINTER GARMENTS HUNG— WHERE, NO ONE KNOWS ! °oXT O0?^O oOi>oo SI OW blithely through the smil- ing throng he goes, His Winter garments hung— where, no one knows! A Symphony in radiant scarfs and hose, Wrought t'inspire a maiden's "Ah's!"and"Oh's!" 009^0 13 B Q NTO a new Flirtation, why not knowing, Nor whence, his heart with mad- ness overflowing ; Then out of it— and thence, without a pause, Into another, willy-nilly blowing. % HAT if the conscience feel, per- chance, a sting? No danger waits him— save the Wedding Ringi A Kiss is not the sin that yesterday It was— for that was LenU and this is Spring! 90 Qd §$?§ C3C 5) OME simple ones may sigh for ^ wealth or fame, And some, for the sweet Domes- tic Life, and tame; But ah ! give me a supper, a cigar, A charming Woman— and the old Love-Game 1 b ojLfr A oO£>oo OME blue points on the half- shell, in a row, Some iced champagne, a melt- ing bird— and Thou Beside me flirting, 'neath a picture hat— Oh, single life were Paradise enowl [17] „b7)9e oOii,oo a .1^ COZY-CORNER tete-a-t6te— what bliss ! A murmured word, a sigh, a stolen kiss— Ah, tell me, does the Prom- ised Paradise Hold anything one-half so sweet as this? % ND yet, since I am made of ^oQ2^ common clay, One charm I'd add to this divine array ; Lord make me careful, and whate'er betide, Without proposing, let me slip away! ggog coc 5) 5) c OR, some Tve known, the brav- iio est and the best. Who laughed at Love, as but an idle jest, Have, one by one, walked straight into the Net, Helpless, before the Cozy Corner test! 0) o m oOiUoo HUS, oft, beside some damsel fond and fair, I've sat, thrilled by the perfume of her hair. And madly longed to mur- mur, lip-to-lip, "Beloved, marry me!"— but did not dare! [211 ooi!,oo oOiioo OR some Fve wooed, when I felt blithe and gay, Have looked so different, when we met next day, That I have simply stopped to say, "So charmed!" And shuddering, sped hurriedly away! % Q OOK to the Married Men ! Alas, ^S)9^ their gains Are neither here nor there, for all their pains. For wedding bells are rung— and loudly rung To drown the clanking of the Marriage Chains ! g°^§ 5S° ^ d! Cil C 5) MOMENT'S halt— a little word 3C3 or two— And you have done what you can ne'er undo ; Promised to pay a Woman's bills for life— Anchored yourself— and there's an end of you ! & w ND we, who now make merry at the gloom Of those who thus have gone to meet their doom- May we, ourselves, not some day follow suit. Ourselves to be the Butt of jests —for whom? ^^fo %' ] a D I .^#°" Q ^ Q NDEED, 'tis better to have loved and lost- Taken the Kiss and fled, at any cost, Than to have loved and mar- ried, and for aye, Thereafter, by a Woman, to be bossed. % (3 STTCF ITH me, along that strip of ^?o9o^ Broadway strewn With lovely maids, each radiant afternoon, And think, of all the thou- sands you behold, That you can marry one— and only one ! Wrp:i% [27] cac rS UT, if the lip I kiss, the hand I press, Upon the morrow seem to charm me less. Ah well, am I not still a BacheloTy And thus, entitled to— another Guess? ?c ■ ■»: SOME FOR THE COMFORTS OF A CLUB MAY SIGH. oOil^oo OME for the comforts of a club may sigh, And some for a hermit's lonely life. Not I ! Give me a cozy hearthside, and a Girl Always "at home" when / chance by! [31] OO^-Oo B ER cushioned chair a spot where I may curl My weary form, and rest, beyond the whirl Of madd'ning cares; to rise at half-past ten, And call next night— upon an- other girl I % Q [32] HY, if a man can thus, at ease, ^^o^ abide Each evening by a different dam- sel's side, Were't not a shame— were't not a shame, for him To any one, forever to be tied ? C3I 5) c ND so, the girls I've set my CO heart upon, I've flattered, wooed a little— and anon. Just as they thought to slip the fatal Noose About my neck, behold— the Bird had flown 5) b o u OR this the argument that I submit— Refute it, if you can, with all your wit! That Luck in Love, for such as you and I, ^ ^^y) Consists in safely keeping out of C^^ it! oO>P $J i \ OO^Oo 00?^0 oOiioo B HIS morn, I've quaffed at least a quart or more Of water— yet am thirsty as be- fore; And that dark taste still lin- gers in the mouth With which, last night, I refor- mation swore. % SOME ANGEL, WITH A SAVING DRINK. ET, when some Angel, with a ^O^p^ saving drink (S7>^ Of iced Nepenthe comes, I shall not shrink; But, having drunk of it, shall ^f%) feel again lO As good and noble as before, I think. §sg coc D 'i ACH morn some fresh repent- j^ ance brings, you say ? Yes— but where leaves the vows of Yesterday ? For I shall make and break them all, again. When Time hath taken this Headache away. HAT if my conscience seem an idle joke— My good resolves all disappear in smoke? This thought remains— and is it not enough?— do not wear the Matrimonial Yoke! IV no OZsOO oOrLoo AY ! There is no one waiting at the door, Whene'er I wander in at half- past four, No one to question, no one to accuse. No one, my shocking frailty to deplore ! % ©s O N O one to greet me with her Poo9^ tear-stained eyes, No one to doubt my quaint, fan- tastic lies, No one my foolish looks to criticize— Ah, but the knots, the KNOTS in marriage- ties! aSfos coc H Friend, could you and I, to somehow, conspire. To grasp the Matrimonial Scheme entire. Would we not shatter it to bits— and then. Make of its bonds a rousing Fu- neral Pyre? b i I oOioo YSELF, when young, did ea- gerly frequent The weddings of my friends on Bondage bent ; But evermore thanked Fate, when I escaped Scot-free, by that same door wherein I went. XPPo oOiijOo B 13 B NTO the fatal compact, why not knowing, I've seen them go, nor dream where they were going ; Then out again, with shouts of "W^estward, ho!" The bitter seeds of Alimony sow- ing! % Q H well, they say that, some- times, side by side, A cat and dog may peacefully abide. Perhaps— perhaps. But that is only when That cat and dog are not together tied! 9cP6J giJS OIC Cc FT, to some patient married cQ man I turn, The secret of his dumb content to learn. But lip-to-ear, he mutters, "Fool, beware!" This is the path, whence there is no return • " g) BUT, LIP-TO-EAR, HE MUTTERS, " FOOL. BEWARE H, threats of Hell, and hopes of Paradise ! One thing is certain— when a Husband dies, No wife shall greet him there with "Where's" or "W^hy's" cpo^O^ Nor mock with laughter his oO^Op ^^g^ subtle lies! M C '009^0 oOiioo B O matter whether up or down he goes, He neither cares nor questions, I suppose ; Since Death can hold no bit- terness for him. Because— because— Oh well, he knows, HE KNOW^S ! % Q OULD you the spangle of exist- (^oQ25^ ence spend In Matrimony? Slow about, my Friend ! A maiden's hair is more oft false than true, And on the chemist may her blush depend. S$?o COI 70 MAIDEN'S hair is more oft false than true 1 Aye, and her Modiste is, per- chance, the clue. Could you but know it, to her sylph-like grace. And, peradventure, to her Figure, too. } OoOo oOiUoo HY, for this NOTHING, then, should you provoke The gods, or lightly don the gall- ing yoke Of unpermitted pleasure, un- der pain Of Alimony-until-Death, if broke? ^QoOq [55] m oQiL>op „Oz,oo .^#" B HY, when to-day your bills are promptly paid, Assume the whims of some ca- pricious maid, Incur the debts you never did contract, And yet must settle? Oh, the sorry trade! t% (3 I SWORE— BUT WAS I SOBER WHEN I SWORE? ^Qo O settle down and marry," oft of yore, I swore— but was I sober when I swore? And then there came another girl — and I Turned gaily to the old Love- Game, once more. cat ND, much as I repented things cQ like this, And fondly dreamed of sweet Domestic Bliss, I sometimes wonder what a wife can give, One half so thrilling as a stolen kiss PC b m 1"^ 0^""^ ET, if the hair should vanish from my brow, My girth, in time, to great dimen- sions grow— If youth's sweet-scented "Buds" should pass me by, Accounting me an antiquated beau— QS'rP oQ^ox) "olo^o s HY then, some winged angel, ere too late- Some maiden verging onto twen- ty-eight— W^ill gladly take what's left of me, I trow, And, leading me to wedlock, thank her Fate ! % Q Cp--vC5D' LAS, for those who may to-day ^^^ prepare ^ "^ The wedding trousseau for the morrow's wear, A voice of warning cried, "There's many a slip Betwixt the Altar and the Soli- taire!" ^Sfog CC( NTO this pact, man glides like water flowing, But out of it is not such easy going; For they, who once were sim- ple, guileless things. In Breach-of-Promise lore are now more knowing. 70 5) WHAT ! WOULD YOU CAST A LOVING WOMAN HENCE? oOii^oo HAT ! Would you cast a love- ing Woman hence ? Thou, Fickle One, prepare for penitence ! Full many a golden ducat shall you pay To drown the memory of such insolence. \j B ND every note, that, in your cups, you write. In cold black Type, perchance shall see the light ; While all the World, across its coffee urn, Shall titter gaily at the sorry sight. % Q ^ H yes! For all the papers, which discussed Your wedding plans, shall turn your cake to crust, Publish your letters and your photographs, And trail your Egotism in the dust .c 5) C3I HE Opera Queens, that men / i 30 have wooed and won, Have loved them for a while, and then— anon, Like snow upon Broadway, with lightsome " touch," Annexed their millions, and alas, have flown ! I to 5) b ^ oO H look you, in the long and varied list Of Millionaires thus rifled and dismissed, How, rich man, after rich ^ man, bode his hour, t ^ 1] ^ Then went his way, to swell the ^A^o golden grist. [71] oOiUoo "^ oOgo^O ojOi^oo SmS w as ■a® G) ta HAT Diva's rubies ever glow so red As when some Gilded Chappie hath been bled? And every diamond the Show Girl wears, Dropped in her lap, when some Fool lost his head. % Q :qo: ND those who hung around the green-room door, And those who backed the Show and paid the score, Alike, to no such "Angels" have been turned, As, once repentant, men feel sor- ry for. 9.0 Qd W&, COI c H, my Good Fellow, keep the iio cash, that clears To-day of unpaid debts and fu- ture fears. To-morrow ! Why, to-mor- row, you may be. Yourself, with Yesterday's cast- off millionaires. y> p) HEN, make the most of what you still may spend, Ere you, too, into bankruptcy descend, Bill upon bill, and under bill, to lie, Sans Cash, sans Love, sans Lady —What an end O Vh^^ 0°9:o OO^Oo .^#°" B ASTE not your evenings in the vain pursuit Of this or that girl. Bitter- sweet the fruit ! Better be jocund with them, one and all, And loving many, thus your love dilute. % Q [76] .u n o, OME, with vivacity have sought to charm Av^ay my fears, and still my soul's alarm ; To win me subtly, with a smile or sigh, Or sweet appealing touch upon the arm. [77] o;;d& 0^07 oO^O OIC ?p 5) Cc THERS have tempted me with festive cheer, And Chafing-dish Concoctions, quaint and queer ; With dear, domestic airs have plied their arts- Yet, all their wiles were neither there nor here g) QToO UT when Platonic Friendship they have tried, Then, to the gods for Mercy, have I cried ! For, in the Husband-hunt, all other snares Sink into Nothingness, this game beside ! 009^0 cP^op B HERE is the Trap, from which you may not flee ; There is the Net, through which no man may see. Some jest at " love," some talk of "chums," and then, Into the Consomme, for thee and mel % S THERE IS THE TRAP, FROM WHICH YOU MAY NOT FLEE. HETHER to Church, or to the Magistrate, You follow, after that, 'tis all too late! For, from your Pipe-dream, you, at last, shall wake, A MARRIED MAN, to rail in vain at Fate ! ^?»io oO^O a)[ CO OVE, but the Vision of a dear desire! Marriage, the Ashes, whence has fled the fire! Cast into chains which you, yourself, have forged ! Caught, like a sheep upon a stray barbed wire ! b 1^4^^ oOil^oo H Thou, who first the Apple Tree didst shake, And e'en in Eden flirted with the Snake, Still, as in that first moment 'neath the Bough, Dost thou, to-day, of Man a puppet make! [85] 0' oOiioo .1^ B UT this I know— whether the one True Mate, Or just some Fluffy Thing with hook and bait, Eve-like, tempt me~one flash of Common Sense, And all her sorcery shall be too late! % 13 .oio;? HEN, let her never look for me, again ; For, once escaped, how many moons shall wane, And wax and wane full oft, while still she looks Down that same street— but ah, for ME, in vain ! [87] ?oOo? m^ oXo^ 0°o' oO^O CGL K ET, much as I have played the CO Infidel, If, as the fated Pitcher to the W^ell, )) Too oft to Love's empyrean Font I stray, To fall, at last, beneath some Siren's spell, 5) (^ HEN, in your mercy, Friend, forbear to smile, And with the grape my last few hours beguile. Or, let me in some Caravan- serie. My Cynic's soul to shackles recon- cile. Oz.0 i as a ND when, with me, some fair, triumphant lass. Up to the rose-decked Altar- Rail shall pass. And, in her joyous errand, reach the spot. Where we're made One — oh, drain a silent glass! Tamam. % Q [90]