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THE MASS MEETING NOTICE LITTLE Miss Jacquelin Vandevare Will see you next week, foul or fair, At the Red Meeting-House on the hill, And she wishes you all to keep very still, And all to take the greatest care To say not a word to Cinnamon Bear.   IN the early morn, ere the clock struck four, The Meeting-House was filled to the door, And everyone was ready to speak About that foreign German freak Which they pleased to call Cinnamon Bear 'Twas well for him he wasn't there. JACQUELIN stated, in a voice high and clear, She seemed to have not the slightest fear, "Since Dorothy gave the Bears a tea They are coming in droves across the sea. I ask you," she cried, "my neighbor and friend, Where do you think that this will end?"  MATILDA JONES was the oldest there, And in need of very tender care; She took a different view of the case, And she walked to the front with a stately grace For one of her sawdust feet was gone, And a crutch she had to lean upon. SHE said, in a calm and quiet way, "The Bears will only have their day. I know that Dorothy loves me well, And my love for her no tongue can tell; She can do with me as seemeth best, But I'm sadly in need of a little rest."  SOME took Matilda's view of the case, While others turned away their face And muttered in an under-breath, “We'll fight those foreigners to the death." "Me-ow," said Mittens, “I'll speak if I may, Let us hear if Towser has something to say." I GROWLED," said Towser, “and shook my head When I heard the invitation read, But I see things now in a different light No use for us to quarrel and fight; We better adjourn this meeting now." And he turned and went out with a “Bow WOW wow!" THE Duchess was next to take the floor. "I tell you, I hate the Bears more and more. I can't go out with my mistress to play, Because those freaks are in my way; And I will not stoop to them, not I!" And she fairly shrieked “Ki hi! Ki hi!" THIS made the excitement fierce and intense; They all seemed to feel more or less offense, And all talked at once, as is often the case; They kept it up at a lively pace. Matilda limped out of the fearful din Just as the roof of the house fell in! AND like some miracle of yore The rest escaped through the cellar door!  IN the Red Meeting-House o'er the way All is silent and still to-day, Save the mice that play on the floor; And it must be a year or more Since they met together on the hill, And the Bears are roaming as they will.  |
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