THE BOOK OF THE CLASS OF NINETEEN-ELEVEN
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Shall I compare thee to Miss Carrie Nation,
Oh Ruthie Wells, with your rabid condemnation
Of alcohol! .
Yet all
You do brings, in the end,
Our gratitude to you, dear friend.
To pass the equal suffrage bill
Was the object of our Amy’s will,
And, of course, at last
The bill was passed.
And they say at next elections
The suffragettes have polled the sections,
Amy is about to be |
The mayor of her dear city.
Higgie has gained a voice sublime;
She sings now most all the time.
Mr. Whiting bids her come along
In his chamber concerts, and raise her song.
And the fair writer, where is she,
Who writes us up so kindly?
Handing out taffy to you and me,
Which we take and swallow blindly.
Each from her pen has a pretty phrase,
But of herself she’s not told you;
So who is there better could write in her praise
Than her own little choc’late soldier?
Maracery Horrman.
