Dedication

I 
A grateful nation's thanks are due 
To Arethusa and to you--- 
To her who dauntless at your side
Pneumonia and Flue defied
With phials of formaldehyde!
 

II 
Chief of Police were you, by gosh! 
Gol ding it! how you bumped the Boche! 
Handed 'em one with club and gun 
Until the Hun was on the run: 
And that's the way the war was won.

III 
Easthampton's pride! My homage take 
For Fairest Philadelphia's sake.
Retire in company with Bill; 
Rest by the Racquet's window sill 
And, undisturbed, consume your pill.

ENVOI 
When Cousin Feenix started west 
And landed east, he did his best; 
And so I've done my prettiest 
To make this rhyme long overdue; 
For Arethusa and for you.

R. W. C.