FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTENT.

You sometimes think you'd like to be John D.? And not a man you know would dare To josh you on your handsome hair, Or say, “Hey, John, it's rather rude To boost refined and jump on crude, To help Chicago University, Or bull the doctrine of — immersity.”

You would n't care to be the Pope, I hope? With not a chum to call your own, To hale you up by telephone, With, “Say, old man, I hope you're free To-night. Bring Mrs. Pope to tea. Let some one else lock up the pearly Gateway to-night and get here early!”

Perhaps you sometimes deem the Czar A star? With not a palm in all the land To strike his fairly, hand to hand, With not a man in all the pack To fetch a hand against his back And cry, “Well met, Old Nick, come out And let us trot the kids about. Tut, man! you need n't look so pale, A red flag means an auction sale.”

I'll bet even Shakespeare's name was “Will,” Until He was so dead that he was great, For fame can only isolate. And better than “The Immortal Bard” Were “Hello, Bill,” and “Howdy, pard!” Would he have swapped his comrades’ laughter For all the praise of ages after?