THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, JUNE 13, 1909.
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1. Cynthianna's Uncle Monte
(A bachelor millionnaire) .
Worships Cynthia as his idol,
From her, toe-tips to her hair.
He delights. to make her happy.
And her slightest wish she knows
Will;immediately be granted
Should she a hint impose.
2. "O dearest Uncle Monte,'
Said she to him one day,
'l wish I had a doggie
To help me while, at play.
Of course I don't expect one,
But J. can't make up my mind
Whether I'd prefer a big one.
Or just-the little kind."
3. Now, to the door next morning'
A burly man led up,
With glittering chain and collar;
A lumbering'mastiff pup.
A card read, "Dearest Cynthia:
My compliments to you;
Accept .this little token from
Your"Uncle MontagueJ
4. In Cynthianna's ecstasies
The family took no part.
The nurse in matters infantile
Quite suddenly lost heart.
And mamma-said, "Good gracious!
What next will-that. man do ? -
Pwish helwould consultois
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5. But papa lost his temper;
.And to ventilate his mind
Vowed his brother was an idiot
And ought to be confined.
Said he, "1 might have 'known, 'and
I'm thankful anyhow
That he didn't full extend himself
And send the child a cow."
6. Our doggie in the meantime
Stood bold and unabashed;
But every time his tail was wagged
Some bric-a-brac was smashed.
Cynthia's arms were soon about him, ,
As she dragged him to the floor".
Said she, "Because you're strenuous
I'll name you 'Theodore.' "
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7. You'll soon hear more about him,
And his lot is not so hard
In a domicile built for him .
By the chauffeur in the yard.
fapa wakens oft atjmidnight
And makes a sad avow'l,
Grits his teeth'andthinksof brotheff.
WhileiheUstensltolhimihowl.
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