George Ade

(1866-1944 / the United States)

George Ade Poems

1. Crime Is Merely A Disease 9/30/2010
2. Flutter, Little Bird 9/30/2010
3. Foolish Wedding Bells 9/30/2010
4. Henny 9/30/2010
5. I Am Yours Truly 9/30/2010
6. I Like You Lil 9/30/2010
7. Keep Your Whip In Your Hand 9/30/2010
8. Leave It To The Boys In The Navy 9/30/2010
9. Little Moozoo-May 9/30/2010
10. Love, You Must Be Blind 9/30/2010
11. My Emmaleen 9/30/2010
12. R-E-M-O-R-S-E 9/30/2010
13. Scotch Stuff 9/30/2010
14. She’s Just A Little Different 9/30/2010
15. Since I First Met You 9/30/2010
16. The Bogus Military 9/30/2010
17. The College Serenade 9/30/2010
18. The College Widow 9/30/2010
19. The Cullud Race 9/30/2010
20. The Fountain Of Youth 9/30/2010
21. The Games We Used To Play 9/30/2010
22. The Irrepressible Yank 9/30/2010
23. The Microbe's Serenade 9/30/2010
24. The Modern Japanee 9/30/2010
25. The Smiling Isle 9/30/2010
26. The Stewed Samaritan 9/30/2010
27. The Woman With The Ordinary Past 9/30/2010
28. Wayside Ambition 9/30/2010
29. Weak Little Woman 9/30/2010
30. What Man Dare Say? 9/30/2010
31. Yellow! Yellow! 9/30/2010
32. Your Honeymoon Will Last 9/30/2010
33. A Business Deal 9/30/2010
34. Benevolent Assimilation 9/30/2010
35. The La Grippe 9/30/2010
36. Noovo Rishe 9/30/2010
37. Chicago Castanets 9/30/2010
38. The Chaperon 9/30/2010
Best Poem of George Ade

The Chaperon

The very first duty of a chaperon
Is to leave the young folks quite alone;
Permitting them to sit up late
In twos and twos and tete-a-tete —
Whatever that may mean.
When a giddy old girl is on the shelf
And can't have any more fun herself,
It gives her a certain kind of thrill
To know that others are in it still.

A good professional chaperon
No breach of etiquette will condone,
And yet if she is fly she'll know
To hang, around would be de trap —
Whatever that may mean.
Although I'm old and quite passé
I was a lulu in my day;
Each girl ...

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The La Grippe

I am not hypercritical on points of punctuation;
A misplaced comma now and then is surely not a sin;

I overlook the sundry breaks of common conversation
And do my wincing inwardly when some ' I seen ' creeps in.
To wretched double negatives some friends are quite addicted;
They knife the good King's English and then revel in its gore;
These crude idiosyncrasies are never contradicted,
For I would not seem pedantic or appear a learned bore.

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