A kiss is good germ destroyer,—Dr, Kertroff, of San Francisco (Cal).
Come kiss me, my darling—It's not that I like you; I hate your mock-debutante quips—But I'm a bit rocky And my streptococci Wih flee at the press of your lips.
So kiss me, dear lady, your charms are most fulsome.
The thought of you makes me feel sad-But since osculation Must mean decimation Oi Pfeiffer's bacula, I'm glad.
Come, smother me, sweetheart, with fervid embraces Come, fling me packet of woo.
I feel suicidal, But you're germicidal—And anything's better than "fu.—Bee in the "Daily Mail,"
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.