Dedication
A grateful nation’s thanks are due
To Arethusa and to you—-
To her who dauntless at your side
Pneumonia and Flue defied
With phials of formaldehyde!
II
Chief of Police were you, by gosh!
Gol ding it! how you bumped the Boche!
Handed ’em one with club and gun
Until the Hun was on the run:
And that’s the way the war was won.
III
Easthampton’s pride! My homage take
For Fairest Philadelphia’s sake.
Retire in company with Bill;
Rest by the Racquet’s window sill
And, undisturbed, consume your pill.
Envoi
When Cousin Feenix started west
And landed east, he did his best;
And so I’ve done my prettiest
To make this rhyme long overdue;
For Arethusa and for you.
R. W. C.