NEW CROP OF TOBACCO POETRY. 14! 



Just now, 



I vow, 



I pressed her fondly to my lips ; 



The kiss 



Was bliss 



And thrilled me to my finger tips J 



Don't pout! 



She's out 



And you are sweeter, love, by far, 



Altho' 



By Jo! 



" She " was an awful good cigar ! 



CARL WERNER. 



THE DEALER'S DUPE. 



[ With apologies to Rudyard Kipling and " The 

 Vampire."} 



A FOOL there was, and he spent a dime 



(Even as you and I) 



For a weed that smelled like burning twine 

 (We called it a sin, a shame, a crime) ; 

 But the fool he called it Havana, fine 



(Even as you and I). 



Oh, the grudge we make and the smudge we 

 make, 



Is due to the dealer bland, 



Who swore that the filler was genuine " clear n 

 (He lied like sin, but he showed no fear), 



So the fool he bought the brand. 



