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He fills the icebox, carries chairs, 

 And does thinf»;s harder stilliani. 

 And always with a cheerful smile; 

 A willing lad is William. 



Could we do without his helping hands? 

 Come! do not be so silliam! 

 Vert. Pal. could not exist at all 

 If it hadn't any William! 



Dr. Matthew 



We once did know an F. R. S. named Matthew, William Diller. 

 Of palaeontology a prop, of society a pillar. 

 But theories weird of natural rafts obsessed this mighty scholar, 

 To hint that beasts could walk across made him warm beneath the 

 collar. 



Now everywhere that William went his wife was sure to f oiler — 

 "Whither thou goest I will go if it takes my bottom dollar. 

 "You cannot treat me like a worm or humble caterpillar, 

 "I'll string along with you, m\' dear,'" said Matthew, Kitty Diller. 



" You know full well that far from you my joy would be but holler. 

 "So pack your bag, we'll blitheh' go and heed nor sou nor thaler. 

 "With me you need not fear to sail upon the rolling biller."' 

 "But I wdsh there were a land bridge," sighed Matthew, William 

 Diller. 



President Osborn 

 (Excerpts) 



When all of us were little boys — 



(Excuse me, I'd forgotten for the moment 



that some of us never were little boys. 

 My apologies to the ladies who grace our 

 circle.) 

 When all of us were girls and boys, 



The greatest of our childhood's joys 



Was when our aunts and uncles took us 



Each vear to visit Barnum's Circus. 



