142 NEW CROP OF TOBACCO POETRY. 



A fool there was, and his coin he blew 



(Even as you and I), 

 'Twas one cigar for the price of two 

 (But that was as much as the darn fool knew), 

 He puffed away till his face turned blue 



(Even as you and I). 



Oh, the fun he lost, and the " mon " he lost, 



And the heavy head he had 

 Belong to the dealer who didn't care 

 (As long as the fool didn't smoke it there) 



Though he knew the stock was bad. 



The fool was fooled and he gave up " ten " 



(Even as you and I), 

 For Havana clear from the land of Penn 

 (He knows it now, but he didn't know then) 

 He smoked it, too but he won't again 



(Even as you and I). 



And it isn't the shame or it isn't the blame 



That stings like a white-hot brand. 

 It's the fact that the poor man never knew 

 The weed |hat he smoked or the place where 



it grew 



(Kipling quit here, so I'll quit too), 

 And never could understand. 



CARL WERNER, in the Tobacco Leaf. 



