Books Should Be Free is now
Loyal Books
Free Public Domain Audiobooks & eBook Downloads
Search by: Title, Author or Keyword

Children of Our Town   By: (1862-1942)

Book cover

First Page:

CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN

BY E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE

WITH VERSES BY CAROLYN WELLS

[Illustration]

CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN

[Illustration]

CHILDREN OF OUR TOWN

PICTURED BY E. MARS AND M. H. SQUIRE

WITH VERSES BY CAROLYN WELLS

PUBLISHED BY R. H. RUSSELL NEW YORK

Copyright, 1902, by ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL

FLYING KITES

A blustering windy day's just right For boys who want to fly a kite; And it affords the greatest joy To make and use the pretty toy.

But Aged Duffers, do not try A large sized paper kite to fly; You could not manage tail or string, And ten to one you'd spoil the thing.

BOATS ON THE LAKE

A morning full of happiness any boy may find By sailing boats upon the lake, if he is so inclined; The wind it drives them out to sea, he pulls them back, and then They jerk and struggle to be free away they go again! They wibble wobble as they sail, and sometimes they upset, Of course he reaches out for them, of course he gets quite wet.

But Aged Grandsires, if you must sail boats in Central Park, Play properly, don't splash yourself, and run back home ere dark.

AT CONEY ISLAND

See proud Belinda smartly dressed In all her flaunting Sunday best; With muslin hat and ruffles big She cannot comfortably dig.

Ask her if she would like to play, She will not answer either way; She'll only shake herself, and then, Just pout and grin and pout again.

Dear Grandams, meekly learn from this, How very ill advised it is To don a costume fine and grand When you go playing in the sand.

Instead of your bespangled net, Or moire velvet edged with jet, Just wear a gingham, simply made, So you can tuck it up and wade.

IN CENTRAL PARK

In Central Park, along the Mall, We see the gay goat carriage crawl; With little boys and girls inside, Enjoying their exciting ride.

Right willingly each nimble steed Exerts his very utmost speed; And o'er the smooth hard road they race At something like a turtle's pace.

But stout old men and portly dames, Pray, do not urge your rightful claims; And even though you have the price, Listen, I beg, to my advice.

Do not insist on getting in The little carriage for a spin; You'd not look picturesque at all Careering up and down the Mall.

THE FIRST OF APRIL

'Tis taught by philosophic schools The human race is mostly fools. And once a year you see this truth Ably set forth by jocund youth, Who broach the tenets of the creed Plainly that he who runs may read.

But Aged Idiots, 'tis not meet For you to run along the street, And with a manner bold and sly Pin tags on ladies passing by, Or sit upon the curb and look For fools to snatch your pocket book.

PLEBEIAN

Lucinda's tastes are so depraved; She likes to play and romp With children poor and ill behaved, Who boast no style or pomp.

Their costumes are not quite correct, They have no pretty tricks; Lucinda! pray be more select, In higher circles mix.

PATRICIAN

Ah, sweet Lucinda, best of girls, How quick to take advice. Behold her with unpapered curls, And frock so rich and nice!

Her haughty stare! Who would suppose That dress would change her so Oh, blessed influence of fine clothes, How much to thee we owe!

QUARRELSOMENESS

Dear lady readers of whatever age, Look backward and with me enjoy this page. What happy moments have we often spent Thus to our frenzied anger giving vent. Ah, me, the long lost joys of being young! To make up faces, and stick out one's tongue; How those occasions of Xantippish strife Gave zip and zest to our dull childish life... Continue reading book >>




eBook Downloads
ePUB eBook
• iBooks for iPhone and iPad
• Nook
• Sony Reader
Kindle eBook
• Mobi file format for Kindle
Read eBook
• Load eBook in browser
Text File eBook
• Computers
• Windows
• Mac

Review this book



Popular Genres
More Genres
Languages
Paid Books