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COPYRIGHT, 1909. BY THE NEW YORK HERALD CO.)
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Our Cynthianna now attends . .
A classic institute .
Where actively the young; idea
Is taught (in FrenchXto shoot.
With trifling thoughts all put aside
She's now obliged to delve
In books, to train her intellect
From nine 'til half past twelve.
2. Her zealous ardor, strong at first,
Soon weakens, for alas !
She finds young Seymour Dividends
nd looking o'er the room she has
AHer feelings further pained,
For Miss De Fife's exquisite mind
IsaIso being trained, v
3. Here, Guy De Peyster Livingston
Is seeking knowledge too,
And so is tranquil Freddy Rocks
And fragile Cyril Drew;
And Cynthia sighs: 'Oh, what's the use!
It seems to be my fate
That persons whom I most, dislike
I'm forced to cultivate."
4. The other kids, with nurses French,
Already have command
Of words poor puzzled Cynthia's brain
Can rarely understand;
For she to grasp the Gallic tongue
Makes very slow advance.
Her nurse unfortunately has come ,
From-greener lands than France.
5. As desperately she struggles on
Her troubles now increase,
For she's informed she'll be obliged
To learn and speak a "piece."
It's all about a fox and crow,: - ,
And when she has it learned
It might have all .been Greek as far
As Cynthia is concerned.
But mamma tries to help her out,
And Uncle Monte, who
. Can make out Sherry's menu card,
Lends some assistance too;
But when she stands before the school
With thoughtful, studied grace
Her words of French all leave her when
. Young Seymour makes a face.
In great embarrassment she stands,
Not knowing what to. dp; 1
And then recites this verse she learned
From Uncle Montague: -"Oh,
Mrs. Dill was very ill
And nothingvvould improve her.
Except to see the 'Twillerees' .
And waddle 'round the 'Xoover '
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-The school in peals of laughter broke,
' The teacher had a fit.
Though Cynthianna knew it not
She'd made an awful hit
Said she: -'Til never speak again
(Unless I am compelled)
Until they have that hateful boy
S. Dividends expelled."
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