Where have they gone to--the little girls
   With natural manners and natural curls ?
Who love their dollies and like their toys,
   And talk of something besides the boys ?

Little old women in plenty I find
   Mature in manners and old of mind ;
Little old flirts who talk of their "beaux,"
   And vie with each other in stylish clothes.

Once, in the beautiful long ago,
   Some dear little children I used to know ;
Girls who were merry as lambs at play,
   And laughed and rollicked the livelong day.

They thought not at all of the "style" of their clothes,
   They never imagined that boys were "beaux;"
"Other girl's brother" and "mates" were they ;
   Splendid fellows to help them play.

Where have they gone to ? If you see
   One of them, anywhere, send her to me,
I would give a medal of purest gold
   To one of those dear little girls of old.
With an innocent heart and an open smile
Who knows not the meaning of "flirt" or "style."                     --Ella Wheeler in Burlington Hawkeye.

Sacramento Daily Record-Union (24 Jan. 1885): 3.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.

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