| Summary: | Photograph on postcard showing a young man leering at a smiling girl as he tries to embrace her and she puts out a hand to stop him, in the country-side, with inscription "Rory O'More. Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm around her neck, So soft and so white, without freckle or speck, And he look'd in her eyes that were beaming with light, And he kissed her sweet lips, don't you think he was right? Now Rory leave off, Sir, you'll hug me no more, That's eight times to-day that you've kissed me before. Then here goes another, says he, to make sure, For there's luck in odd numbers, says Rory O'More".
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