Of woman's charm the sages speak,
The joy that passes human ken,
But when my toil is o'er I seek
The rare companionship of men.

The day is done, the lamp is lit,
All cares and troubles are as nought.
We revel in each other's wit,
The flash of stimulating thought.

There's Robinson, sedate, austere,
Whose wit is as a razor keen.
In sharp incisive tones and clear
He says: " Well, boys, I'll shoot a bean. "

Then Marlowe, captain of finance,
Who talks in measured tones and slow,
With just a twinkle in his glance
Replies: " I got you faded, bo! "

A moment's pause; then Dr. Chase,
A man of action, virile, strong,
Exclaims in tones that fill the place:
" A berry says the guy is wrong! "

Quick as a flash Judge Smith replies —
Judge Smith, who's famed throughout the State;
" I got you covered, Chase, " he cries.
" A ruble says the lad can eight. "

And thus the hours quickly flit
Till rosy dawn appears again.
Give me the joy of flashing wit,
The rare companionship of men.