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Title: The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; being a poetical satire on New York society
Year: 1885 (1880s)
Authors: Fawcett, Edgar, 1847-1904
Subjects: Socialites
Publisher: New York (etc.) Funk & Wagnalls
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giver of this festival,My white-armed <: . ured pa Ah, woe is me, upon whose modem heWhose nineteenth-century head, hfl .u ill Most like calamil it. Now, if I knew to phi ()f Miff. tould peradventure tear io8 THE BUNTLING BALL. My hair and moan with anguish classical.But knowing not these methods of great grief,I, powerless to tell my misery,Must uncomplainingly adopt the styleOf modern sufferers and control myself.Wherefore I bid ye all, with placid mien,To sup, and while ye sup I bid ye thinkNo thought of me deserted by her kind,Yearning to know the whereabouts of Jane,Yearning to know Alonzos whereabouts.For I am sick at heart with awful dread:But ye, partake; the savory supper waits;The slim-necked bottle nestles in the ice;The sweet-fumed feast entices, close at hand.But me no appetite hath power to charm,Deserted, and most unexpectedly,By lord and offspring at the Buntling Ball. Chorus of Gluttons.We go with pleasure where you invite us, we scentthe joyance of dainties rare;
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no THE BUNTLING BALL. The well-known odors once more excite us, withforce sufficient to curl our hair. A single purpose at ball or party controls our com-ing, prolongs our stay ;— Tis that of getting a nice and hearty substantialsupper, with naught to pay. Our souls are with you, the gracious giver ; we fol-low gladly whereer you lead; We own, each claimant, a perfect liver, and fineequipment to largely feed. Let others cherish the romping German, or see inchatter a charm to lure ; Our gastric juices alone determine whatever pas-time we may secure. No idle worship of empty Mammon, no silly babbleof man or maid, Against attractions of flaky salmon or larded par-tridge may be arrayed. The eye that flashes, the lid that flutters, the fanflirtatious, the murmured phrase— THE BUA BALL i i i How slight a magic their meaning utl lobster with mayonn iWhat true contentment may pride in through airs pretentious and vain dis) When ranked with raptures that EpiCUIUS, though dead for decades,

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