is at sea behind the scenes,
Why do they fear and funk?
Alas, alas, the Hunky Kid
Is lamentably drunk!
He’s in that most unlovely stage
Of half intoxication
When men resent the hint they’re tight
As a personal imputation!
up! Ring up!” Orlando cried,
“Or we must cut the scene;
For Charles the Wrestler is imbued
With poisonous benzine;
And every moment gets more drunk
Than he before has been.”
wrestling scene has come and Charles
Is much disguised in drink;
The stage to him’s an inclined plane,
The footlights make him blink.
Still strives he to act well his part
Where all the honour lies,
Though Shakespeare would not in his lines—
His language recognise.
Instead of “Come, where is this young——?”
This man of bone and brawn,
He squares himself and bellows: “Time!
Fetch your Orlandos on!”
Hercules be thy speed, young man,”
Fair Rosalind said she,
As the two wrestlers in the ring
Grapple right furiously;
But Charles the Wrestler had no sense
Of dramatic propriety.
seized on Mr. Romeo Jones,
In Graeco-Roman style:
He got what they call a grape-vine lock
On that leading juvenile;
He flung him into the orchestra,
And the man with the ophicleide,
On whom he fell, he just said—well,
No matter what—and died!
once the tiger has tasted blood
And found that it is sweet,
He has a habit of killing more
Than he can possibly eat.
thus it was with the Hunky Kid;
In his homicidal blindness,
He lifted his hand against Rosalind
Not in the way of kindness;
He chased poor Celia off at L.,
At R.U.E. Le Beau,
And he put such a head upon Duke Fred,
In fifteen seconds or so,
That never one of the courtly train
Might his haughty master know.
* * * * *
And that’s precisely
what came to pass,
Because the luckless carles
Belonging to the Am. Dram. Ass.
Cast the Hunky Kid for Charles!
—New York World.
A BALLAD OF A BAZAAR.
BY CAMPBELL RAE-BROWN.