Hearken, friends, it is a story droP Of Gypsy Gorman, Spanish, chorus girl, Who wed for love, of course he had a roll, And tried to swim the social whirl. Jimmy Ralston was the wealthy swain Who wed this, Jewish, chorus dame; For act and act he tries in vain His Mother's wrath to fully maim.

He won his Father to his side, But Mrs. had her mind quite set; Before shed take this, Russian, bride She first must learn her etiquette. The four are now Southampton-bound, Where live most all the idle rich, On Long, not Coney, Island Sound, And there, there dwelt the Jealous Witch!

Patricia Longworth is her name, She is by far the actress best, But to our Turkish chorus dame She's worse, far worse, than all the rest. For she had been the Mother's choice To share with Son the family treasure; She did not thus precisely repoice To lose this heir to future pleasure.

The chorus girl had younger brother. His name was Frank--to make the story brief--The Witch with help from still another Contrived to make "Our Frank--a thief!" When Sister sought the Witch's aid, Markham was his name, she found him in his lair. She cried, "Where is the money Brother paid?" The Ralstons found her there!

Home went this, Swedish, chorus dame. In lovesick hopeless desperation. To save her brother's youthful name She would not give an explanation. The Ralstons find they've done her wrong, and their proud dignity unbending, Must I prolong this silly song? There is, do tell, a happy ending.