The House that Jake Built.

Hey folks, step up and meet Jake O January, the catch of the calendar and the apple of Mrs. Tempus O'Fugit's optic. And note the name, pronounced Janu-airy with the emphasez on the “airy.” Jake O. is jakeoh and is versed in his vestments, for does he not take old years and, with a stitch in Time, return them as good as new years? Some know him as Joinuary because he joins yesterday to to-day and to-day to to-morrow. Others opine that he is the keeper of the door of 1934. Apparently he plays many spare parts and, now that we know where we are, let's look where we're going. In other weirds, show us the door and we'll find the house. Let's agitate the shivery grass:—

Show us the door,
We ask no more,
And we'll rattle the knocker of '34.
This is the “pew,”
All natty and new,
That the cop on the corner directed us to.
It's fit for a bride,
It's portal is wide,
And they say that it's up to the knocker inside.
But let's, so to speak,
Take a cursory peek,
And chance getting booted outside for our cheek.
But no—it's a crime,
And besides, it won't rhyme,
There's a card in the window “To Let—Father Time.”
But if we're content
To part up the rent,
It's ours and we'll find that our “dough” is well spent.
And if, when we take it,
We fail to forsake it,
We're “jake,” for a home is as good as you make it.