IN THE GALLERY

By Bert Leston Taylor

Weirder than the pictures

Are the folks who come

With their owlish strictures —

Telling why they're bum.

Of all lines of babble

This one has the call:

Picture gallery gabble

Is the best of all.

Literary fluffle

Never, never cloys;

Much has Mrs. Guffle

Added to my joys.

For that chitter-chatter

I delight to fall.

But the picture patter

Is the best of all.

With the music highbrows

I delight to chat,

Elevating my brows

Over this and that.

Music tittle-tattle

Never fails to thrall.

But the picture prattle

Is the best of all.

Sociologic rub-dub

I delight to hear;

Philosophic flub-dub

Titillates my ear.

Lovelier yet the spiffle

In the picture hall;

For the picture piffle

Is the best of all.

Weirder than the pictures

Are the folks who stand

Passing owlish strictures,

Catalogue in hand.

Hear the bunk they babble

Under every wall.

Yes. The gallery gabble

Is the best of all.