The Disadvantages of the Hub Club

by Jennie E. T. Dowe

There are long trips in the trolley,
      When you want to be in bed;
   And there is indigestion
      With the goodies that are fed;

   But the worst of all the Hub Club─
      If you eat, or ride, or walk─
   Is when you want to talk yourself,
      They'll talk, talk, talk.

   And there's the “Rambling Bramblers”─
      Oh the shoes I have worn out,
   And the places I have been to,
      That I didn't care about;

   But the worst of all the Hub Club─
      If you sigh, or cry, or walk─
   Is when you want to talk yourself,
      They'll talk, talk, talk.

   And if you're of the “Boston Gang,”
      New York─alack! ah─well!
   Will hate you with a great big, “H,”
      And with a little “l;”

   But the worst of all the Hub CLub─
      If you love, or hate, or walk─
   Is when you want to talk yourself,
      They'll talk, talk, talk.

   Then there are cranky creatures,
      That in the club will stray;
   Sometimes their name begins with Z,
      And sometimes with an A;

   But the worst of all the Hub Club─
      Than with cranks to ride or walk─
  Is when you want to talk yourself,
      They'll talk, talk, talk.

   Oh the days and nights I've labored
      But labored all in vain,
   To get a word in edgewise,
      Is a theme of poignant pain;

   Yes, the worst of all the Hub Club─
      Though you run, or ride, or walk─
   Is when you want to talk yourself,
      They'll talk, talk, talk.