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M
ODE TO THE RITZ BAR
" Good morning, Mister, Sir or Count,
" What will it be to-day! "
And Frank awaits the deft reply : -
" The same as yesterday."
The noise of liquor, ice and shake;
A kingly mixing knack;
A sandwich, almond or a chip.
Then " bottoms-up " and " smack "I
" That's pretty good ! " says he to Frank,
" I guess I'll shoot one morel "
" Right, Mister, Sir or Count," says Frank,
" The morning's rather raw! "
A " Rose ", " Martini sec " or " Bronx ",
They're all the same to Frank!
" A call for you er— Mr. Smith,
You're wanted at the Bank."
" Er— thank you, Frank, have you seen Jones ?
He said he'd meet me here."
" He just stepped out the Cambon side.
He's had his morning beer."
" Un Porto flip pour vous, Vicomte ?
Vite la, petit, du lait! "
" You're looking better, Mr. Brown,
Is this your first today ? "
And so it goes from morn till night
And always you go back.
For never is your name forgot
By Frank the " Cracker Jack ".
J. AINSWORTH TH. MORGAN. 1921.
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