The Man About Town

Oh, the “Man About Town;” the “Man About Town;” He sometimes is “up,” and he’s usually “down.” He’s always well-dressed, and he’s real debonair And lives by his wits with a true savoir faire. He quotes from R. Kipling, R. Service and “sich;” Looks down on the poor, “plays up” to the rich. The wise cannot answer his fool questionings; His mental suggestions are terrible things. He “blows hot and cold” with his two-edged breath, And plays for your confidence “even till death.” He looks in your eyes in a terrible way, To find what you’ve “doped,” not because he’s O. K. He’s glib on eugenics, and smattered in all The games of cheap “con” on this old earthly ball. Some day you may meet him, a real mental clown. That cosmic creation, “The Man About Town.”