THE STISDAY OHEGCXSIAS', PORTLAXD, JUNE 11, 1911.
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1. Lord Brokeley was a famous whip and every Thursday he
Would tool his coach from London down to Brighton by the Sea ;
And as hp started out one day, admired by watchful eyes.
Beside him on the.box was perched the charming Widow Wise.
2. She'd gone by invitation of his Lordship, be it known,
Who longed to win the Widow (and her dollars) for his own.
And as her friends had told her he would be a "catch" all right,
She started on the pleasant trip with-ill-suppressed delight.
3. The coach was filled with fashion's folk, for it was quite the "go
To ride behind Lord Brokeley on his famous tally-ho ;
And when they left the Carlton to the horns' glad Tan-ta-ray!"
It seemed as though all London came to speed them on their way.
4. They drove beyond the city and with every mile they went
Lord Brokeley's splendid driving gave the Widow wonderment.
Till finally, as on they flew at e'eriincfeasing clip, ,
She cried, "My Lord, I never saw so masterful a whip!"
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5. Excited by this compliment, Lord Brokeley-losr his head.
Ah. let me drive for vou for ave!" in eaeer tones he said.
"Hush ! hush !" exclaimed the Widow. "This is not the time nor place I.
Then screamed, as round her waist she felt his Lordship's tight rmbrac -; , -(W
6. Perhaps it was the Widow's scream that caused the steeds dismay
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At any rate tney Douea ana oegan to run away,
Pnr Rrrtlv in mbraeinfT her. alas! the reins had drowned. V.
Ana it loo&ea iikc sure uoLrutiiyn u intii sptcu wuiu uwi us, twj-v t-y ;
7. On rushed the maddened, frenzied steeds ! The coach swayed side to side ml f , ft .
The ladies shrieked, the pale-faced men in vain to still them tried! J G -
IThe Widow clutched Lord Brokelev with her arm about his necK . "
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Ana tnen a crash i tnc coacn o erturnea ana gooancss : wnai a wrccx y
SL But luckily no one "was hurt and motors took them back.
Lord Brokeley tried to square himself, but had no Juck, alack!
"I'll wed no man so careless that, when making love he tries,
HE CAN'T KEEP ONE HAND ON THE REINS," exclaimed the WidowJVVise
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