FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTENT.

You sometimes think you'd like to be

John D.?

And not a man you know would dare

To josh you on your handsome hair,

Or say, “Hey, John, it's rather rude

To boost refined and jump on crude,

To help Chicago University,

Or bull the doctrine of — immersity.”

You would n't care to be the Pope,

I hope?

With not a chum to call your own,

To hale you up by telephone,

With, “Say, old man, I hope you're free

To-night. Bring Mrs. Pope to tea.

Let some one else lock up the pearly

Gateway to-night and get here early!”

Perhaps you sometimes deem the Czar

A star?

With not a palm in all the land

To strike his fairly, hand to hand,

With not a man in all the pack

To fetch a hand against his back

And cry, “Well met, Old Nick, come out

And let us trot the kids about.

Tut, man! you need n't look so pale,

A red flag means an auction sale.”

I'll bet even Shakespeare's name was “Will,”

Until

He was so dead that he was great,

For fame can only isolate.

And better than “The Immortal Bard”

Were “Hello, Bill,” and “Howdy, pard!”

Would he have swapped his comrades’ laughter

For all the praise of ages after?