Mrs. Murphy’S Purchase

Mrs. Murphy was on purchasing bent, So she hied to “The Great Big Store.” She gazed around, then finally went Towards a fellow just six-feet-four, A floor-walk man with legs that curved Till they looked like a mystic O. “He’d never be catching a hog,” she averred, “Nor shine at a greased pig show!” This much to herself――then she said to “that gint” In a raucous voice of command: “I want some gloves, of a pearl-gray tint, To be wearin’ upon me hand.” The man bowed low and had turned to go Towards the place where the gloves were sold, With “walk this way”――when Mrs. M. lo! Stopped and looked at that figure bold. She gazed at his legs, then fairly yelled, As she looked him o’er and o’er, “Me walk that way, no, not if I’m held; No! not fer yer whole blamed store!”