
Violets 
It is a charming little story 
So I’m sharing it with you, 
And though I call it just a hobby— 
It gives my days a brighter hue. 
’Tis about the snowwhite Princess 
Blooming on my window sill, 
And the georgeous Girl beside her 
Would your fondest dream fulfill. 
There’s a lovely Blushing Maiden 
Beside a Boy of midnight blue, 
And the charming old Admiral 
Will thrill you through and through 
And so—because the gay Commando 
Likes the pert Red Headed Girl, 
My satisfaction is complete 
As I watch their buds unfurl. 
Then if you need a tonic 
Something to keep you on your toes. 
Just get yourself a violet 
And watch the way it grows. 
—Nell Woerner. 
African Violets 
All my tables full of violets, 
All my windows are full, too. 
There’s so very many colors, 
Pink and red and white and blue. 
There’s double Duchess, Double Orchid 
Double Neptune, too. 
Choir Boy and Blushing Maid 
And lovely DuPont Blue. 
They turn their saucy faces up 
And sorta look at me,— 
The Red Heads and the Sunrise 
And the pretty Rosalie. 
The Red King and the Purple Prince 
Are courting the White Queen. 
While Viking and the Norseman 
Are watching the Marine. 
Each time I see a new one 
My heart grows sick and sore 
Because my windows all are full, 
There is no room for more. 
—Mrs. Lester Capps. 
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