Supposed to have gone....
Brough’s chauffeur
Isn’t paid but it’s the only way to get what
One wants—to keep right on
Especially when fishing for eels!
Brough is a financier—the rest of us
Only fish!

TWENTY-SECOND CATERWAUL

In my morning stroll I found
The Jerolamon Jones’ door stood open;
I looked about and went in
But received a scanty welcome—
Indeed I was promptly chased out
By the maid.
This afternoon Mrs. Jones called
To beg Mrs. Horton
To loan her the valuable cat
As the maid had discovered
A mouse.
Thus do values increase
And appreciation follow apace!

TWENTY-THIRD CATERWAUL

The maid that had chased me out
Fondled me as she carried me over
Till my fur bristled....
The mice have
Disappeared—I finished as luncheon was served,
And sat by the serving-table.
But the Joneses all ate so much
That I wasn’t even noticed—and when I was,
They sent me back to the Horton’s
At once....
Mrs. Horton fed me herself!

TWENTY-FOURTH CATERWAUL

I saw the maid, Alice, last night;
She was wandering near the bright lights
And the carnivorous shadows—Shadows
That burned to my soul as I saw her
Speak to a man. They went down the street
Together, the veil of darkness hid them,
And when I got home Mrs. Horton
Was telling a friend that “Alice
Was lost beyond any redemption; at any rate
She herself could no longer help!”—
What problems beset our family!

TWENTY-FIFTH CATERWAUL

Jack was home for Christmas
But I saw him hardly at all—
To the front door he now has a key
And the hours he keeps are quite varied.
One morning he slept very late
And the name that he spoke in his dreams
Was “Alice.”
Mrs. Horton was proud of her son and the party
She gave him was sumptuous.

TWENTY-SIXTH CATERWAUL

We have a new cook at the Horton’s
Who saves the bean water for soup....
I’ve enjoyed such broth at the Mallory’s,
But at the Horton’s!!!—
And their bills are always as large
As before Bridget was installed.
But Edith and Mrs. Horton are pleased
And the baby and I can’t complain!!

TWENTY-SEVENTH CATERWAUL

There’s a new baby at the Mallory’s
And the rest of the children are pleased;
Mallory and his wife are as happy as larks....
Edith Horton has a toy Angora
And Mrs. Horton has forgotten me—
Indeed she has put me out....
Again I must wander the streets!

TWENTY-EIGHTH CATERWAUL

I followed Alice last night
Down to her alley and room—
She stooped as she entered her door
And petted me much as she used to....
Then she cuddled her baby and seemed
Far fonder of it than Mrs. Horton of hers
And nearly as much
As Edith of her angora....

TWENTY-NINTH CATERWAUL

I sat on the curb at the corner
Just outside the saloon
Where politics rule and
Presidents are made and unmade.
Two men were discussing the War....
And when they were through, the conclusion
Was discussion untempered by argument....
Unconvinced I went on my way.

THIRTIETH CATERWAUL

All afternoon I sat in the shade
Of a hideous skyscraper
On the Avenue.
Women of all sorts went by
And their footgear and stockings
Were varied.
Skirts that our grandmothers used
To clothe five- and ten-year-old girlies
Revealed twelve inches of hose—
Nor the three-shade boots that shod them
Would help a Chinaman guess
The age of the wearers who proudly
Boasted this awful foundation....
And yet are most of the women
Sweet-souled and modest....
I polished my claws once again!

THIRTY-FIRST CATERWAUL

I looked in at the restaurant window
Through which gleamed a medley of color—
Diamonds, pearl pendants and rubies,
And ruby and gold was the wine
Blazing first in glasses rich-stemmed,
Then blazoned bright in the glances
Of women;
Some with their husbands and fathers,
Others leering and brazen—
But my milk tasted sweeter
Next morning, for to the poor
All things are pure!

THIRTY-SECOND CATERWAUL

I hadn’t eaten for hours
And all the house doors were shut—
The heat of the sun was oppressive
So I languished in the shade,
Though my appetite was appalling....
Beside there were plenty of