Description of Illustration: text reads, "I am the tinted Easter egg, at whose
bespangled shell you peg with careful stroke of knife or spoon, regarding me as
quite a boon. And as I feel your lusty stroke I chuckle gaily at the joke, for
you I know are in the mesh of placards worded “Strictly Fresh.” You trust the
crafty grocer man who sells his eggs just as he can and never is the least
afraid to claim that they are “Newly Laid.” The grocer man, he puts his trust
in men who are not wholly just, for they sell eggs the whole year round and
often in deceit are found, because they keep the eggs on ice until there is a
raise in price. However, I would advise that you should turn your happy eyes
upon the tintings of my shell—the hues are laid on so well; the dreamy pinks
and reds and blues with which the dye my form embues; or possibly I may present
designs that for true art are meant – a landscape or an ocean scene wherein
there are faint hints of green, or maybe, limned with dainty grace there is a
most bewitching face that smiles into your joyous eyes which shows the sparkle
of surprise. Do as you please, but it is best to act perhaps, as I suggest. Put
down your knife with which you aim to crush my most aristic frame, simply feast
you inner man upon the pictures that you scan. For all you see and all you know’ for all my cunning
pictures show I may be of the overflow of Eastertime a year ago. Old masters may have painted me in some
forgotten century and left me in some cherished hoard some ware house where
fresh eggs are stored and it might fill you with regret if you should heed me
not and let your appetite for works of art gain headway o’er your mind and
heart. O, listen, listen, let me beg I am a simple Easter egg, bedaubed with
paint and drowned in dyes, but let me beg of you: Be wise! How often do we weep
to see things not what they’re cracked up to be! Remember, I have made no
claims I leave the dealers all such games; I may be but a cheat and sham, but I
am only what I am. Think over what I say, think twice; all men may profit by
advice. If you should crack me to your woe, remember that I told you so. Now
all my little speech is done. Strike! Strike, but first prepare to run!", text in shape of an Easter egg
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