THE FUNNY LITTLE USHER.
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BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD.
The studios were open, all the artists had united, And to see the very pretty show were lots of folks invited; They came quite early in the day, they came till late at night, And used up all the adjectives in showing their delight. A water-color artist, rather grander than the rest, Had a funny little usher in a funny costume dressed, Who met the people at the door, and marshalled them the way To where the easels were arranged with pictures for display. And then he bowed a funny bow that made the people smile, And through his funny little eyes he gazed at them the while, As if to say, "My master is, you see, a clever man, And on this grand reception day I do the best I can." When the pictures were admired, and the people turned about, This funny little usher would with grace escort them out, And stand within the passage at a distance about right, So as not to be familiar, but exceedingly polite. There are many of the pictures that I can not now recall; And the little living tableau I remember best of all Was the funny little usher from the distant Isle of Skye, Who did his duty well, and answered to the name of Fly.
THE HALBERDIER.
