THE JAPANESE NOVELTY STORE.

I. Each morning, at nine, I pass under the sign— A fan with a stork flying o’er— And see, as I go, A remarkable show, At the Japanese Novelty Store. II. There’s an odd little man, From the booths of Japan, Who walks to and fro on the floor; His eyes are oblique, And he talks with a squeak, At the Japanese Novelty Store. III. There are teacups and trays, And boxes ablaze With lacquer and gilding galore; Individual “butters,” And bronze paper cutters, At the Japanese Novelty Store. IV. You ask the expense, It is twenty five cents For a lantern as big as a door; But a dollar won’t buy A vase an inch high At the Japanese Novelty Store. V. Cranes, fishes, and dragons, And Cloisonné flagons, No man can say what they are for; But—down to the stork— They’re all made in New York For the Japanese Novelty Store. Allanson Goodwin.