Unconscious of the vital wound that Cupid’s
shaft hath made,
He only feels a thrill of Jove beneath his
And slipping on his overcoat–still heedless of
He hastens down the Avenue to call on Dora
“O Dora, give your heart to me!” he pleads
on bended knees.
“That hump! That hump!” the maiden cries.
“That hump, sir, if you please!”
“What hump?” demands the startled youth,
quite filled with consternation.
And then, amazed, he comprehends his sudden