]
[Footnote 2: In compliance with the modern demand for fine realistic
accuracy in art, the Adapter, previous to making his delineation of Mr.
BUMSTEAD public, submitted it to the judgment of a physician having
a large practice amongst younger journalists and Members of the
Legislature. This authority, after due critical inspection,
pronounced it psychologically correct as a study of monomania a potu.]
[Illustration: _Piscator (to his progeny.)_ "NOW, GEORGE WASHINGTON, YOU
TAKE A GOOD GRIP OF THIS YERE EEL, AND DON'T MUSS YOUR CLOTHES, OR YER
MUDDER 'LL NEBER LET YOU GO FISHIN' AG'IN, SARTIN."]
THE JOYS OF SUMMER.
I've Had my annual dream
Of boats and fishing, Congress-water, cream,
Strawberry-shortcake, lager-bier, iced punch,
And lobster-salad lunch.
It came about midday,
Toward the latter part of "flowering May"--
When nothing's fit to eat, or drink, or wear,
And nothing suits but air.
Let Summer come! said I;
Let _something_ happen quick, or I shall die!
I want to change my diet, clothes,--my skin,--
_Myself_, if not a sin!
(_One_ thing, I would remark,
I didn't dream of: that was Central Park.
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