Holidays
I
The Actor
He sheds his trappings with a shout,
He shelves the buskin for a day.
The Rialto first he strolls about,
Then rushes to a matinee.
II
The Hackman
At last the yearly day has come
When from dull work he's free.
He spends it with a Jehu chum,
Driving to Calvary.
III
The Editor
" A truce to toil! Come, pleasant Myth! "
He hies him to the beach;
And stoppeth every newsboy with,
" Here! Give me one of each! "
The Actor
He sheds his trappings with a shout,
He shelves the buskin for a day.
The Rialto first he strolls about,
Then rushes to a matinee.
II
The Hackman
At last the yearly day has come
When from dull work he's free.
He spends it with a Jehu chum,
Driving to Calvary.
III
The Editor
" A truce to toil! Come, pleasant Myth! "
He hies him to the beach;
And stoppeth every newsboy with,
" Here! Give me one of each! "
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