Chapter III

Art's a good game. 'Tis easier far
Than 'twas of old to be a Star.
Hit on some trick crepuscular,
Like smudge or smoke, and there you are!
They'll mouth, and call you "Master." So
You're sure--in time--to be a go.
You will catch on, and sell, although
Your meaning not a soul may know,--
_Chorus_--Tra-la-la! "Boom" to-day!
[_Ad libitum._