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<p>Every word of that I grant,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> She said without a pant.</span><br />
It fills your space from day to day<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> If that’s your only slant.</span><br />
But you have cars and other things,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> That you have got to sell,</span><br />
Or else your space will be to let,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> And that you know, full well.</span>
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<p><span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Taken from life—The “Ad” writer’s life.</span>
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<p>We've always tried in every way<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> To do our level best.</span><br />
We're guided by our better half<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> In everything but rest.</span><br />
She says our light and humor lines<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Is not the stuff that mingles,</span><br />
If we would all men have them read,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> We must cut out the jingles.</span>
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<p>We've tried it once, we’ve tried it twice,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> We've tried it many times.</span><br />
To argue with our better half,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> It’s cost us lots of dimes.</span><br />
A woman set, is hard to get,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> In threes or twos or singles.</span><br />
Her word was last, she said it fast,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> You'd best cut out the jingles.</span>
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<p>Another tack we took and tried<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> To argue once again.</span><br />
Ver-sa-tile we did advance,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Was like the sun and rain.</span><br />
But all we said with accent true,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Rebounded in our face,</span><br />
We were left both deaf and dumb,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> We fell out of the race.</span>
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<p>Our case we tried to argue<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> And said you understand,</span><br />
To write each day as one would pray<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> Is not at our command.</span><br />
Like other men we claim to be,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> With but a single mind,</span><br />
And what suits us will suit them, too,<br />
<span class="mw-poem-indented" style="display: inline-block; margin-inline-start: 2em;"> And other human kind.</span>
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<p> “Fourteen! You say so!<br />
I can remember when I wore fourteen.<br />
And come to think I must have back at home<br />
More than a hundred collars, size fourteen.<br />
Too bad to waste them all. You ought to have them.<br />
They’re yours and welcome; let me send them to you.<br />
What makes you stand there on one leg like that?<br />
You’re not much furtherer than where Kike left you,<br />
You act as if you wished you hadn’t come.<br />
Sit down or lie down, friend; you make me nervous.”
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<p>“He was afraid of being robbed or murdered.<br />
What do you say?”
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<p>“Not till I shrink, when they’ll be out of style.”
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<p>“No, no, no, thank you.”
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<p>“I’m not afraid.<br />
There’s five: that’s all I carry.”
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<p>He shut the door.<br />
The Doctor slid a little down the pillow.
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<p>“Just as you say. Have it your own way then.<br />
‘My man’ is it? You talk like a professor.<br />
Speaking of who’s afraid of who, however,<br />
I’m thinking I have more to lose than you<br />
If anything should happen to be wrong.<br />
Who wants to cut your number fourteen throat!<br />
Let’s have a show down as an evidence<br />
Of good faith. There is ninety dollars.<br />
Come, if you’re not afraid.”
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<p>“Unless you wouldn’t mind<br />
Sharing a room with someone else.”
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<p>“Magoon.<br />
Doctor Magoon.”
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<p>“One would suppose they might not be as glad<br />
To see you as you are to see them.”
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<p>“Just as you say. Here’s looking at you then.—<br />
And now I’m leaving you a little while.<br />
You’ll rest easier when I’m gone, perhaps—<br />
Lie down—let yourself go and get some sleep.<br />
But first—let’s see—what was I going to ask you?<br />
Those collars—who shall I address them to,<br />
Suppose you aren’t awake when I come back?”
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<p>Lancaster bore him—such a little town,<br />
Such a great man. It doesn’t see him often<br />
Of late years, though he keeps the old homestead<br />
And sends the children down there with their mother<br />
To run wild in the summer—a little wild.<br />
Sometimes he joins them for a day or two<br />
And sees old friends he somehow can’t get near.<br />
They meet him in the general store at night,<br />
Preoccupied with formidable mail,<br />
Rifling a printed letter as he talks.<br />
They seem afraid. He wouldn’t have it so:<br />
Though a great scholar, he’s a democrat,<br />
If not at heart, at least on principle.<br />
Lately when coming up to Lancaster<br />
His train being late he missed another train<br />
And had four hours to wait at Woodsville Junction<br />
After eleven o’clock at night. Too tired<br />
To think of sitting such an ordeal out,<br />
He turned to the hotel to find a bed.
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<p>“You’d say so, Mister Man.—I’m a collector.<br />
My ninety isn’t mine—you won’t think that.<br />
I pick it up a dollar at a time<br />
All round the country for the Weekly News,<br />
Published in Bow. You know the Weekly News?”
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