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| 2971. | Julot The Apache by Robert William Service | | You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . .
Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was their home.
A little chap jus... |
| 2972. | Stamp Collector by Robert William Service | | My worldly wealth I hoard in albums three,
My life collection of rare postage stamps;
My room is cold and bare as you can see,
My coat is old and s... |
| 2973. | Prelude by Robert William Service | | Alas! upon some starry height,
The Gods of Excellence to please,
This hand of mine will never smite
The Harp of High Serenities.
Mere minstrel of ... |
| 2974. | The Telegraph Operator by Robert William Service | | I will not wash my face;
I will not brush my hair;
I "pig" around the place--
There's nobody to care.
Nothing but rock and tree;
Nothing but wood... |
| 2975. | Picture Dealer by Robert William Service | | There were twin artists A. and B.
Who painted pictures two,
And hung them in my galley
For everyone to view;
The one exhibited by A.
The name "A ... |
| 2976. | Plebeian Plutocrat by Robert William Service | | I own a gorgeous Cadillac,
A chauffeur garbed in blue;
And as I sit behind his back
His beefy neck I view.
Yet let me whisper, though yo... |
| 2977. | Prelude by Robert William Service | | To smite Apollo's lyre I am unable;
Of loveliness, alas! I cannot sing.
My lot it i, across the tavern table,
To start a chorus to the strumming st... |
| 2978. | Compensation Pete by Robert William Service | | He used to say: There ain't a doubt
Misfortune is a bitter pill,
But if you only pry it out
You'll find there's good in every ill.
There's comfort... |
| 2979. | Property by Robert William Service | | The red-roofed house of dream design
Looks three ways on the sea;
For fifty years I've made it mine,
And held it part of me.
The pin... |
| 2980. | Dedication To Providence by Robert William Service | | I loved to toy with tuneful rhyme,
My fancies into verse to weave;
For as I walked my words would chime
So bell-like I could scarce believe;
My rh... |
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