Lovely Woman.
p. 42 · Read in the full issue
WHENEVER wives and mothers meet, They talk of things to drink and eat.
The price of this, the price of that, The price of someone else’s hat.
Why stockings ladder, dresses crease.
Removing stains and spots of grease.
Why little Willy bites his thumb, The flaming rash on baby’s turn.
And sometimes they describe with pride The details of their own inside, And talk for hours and hours ( ahemV) Of what the doctor said to them. * * * No wonder when the poet sings He likens them to flowers and things.
A girl in Chicago shot a man to make him stop telling her he loved her. An even more effective method, in such cases, is to marry the fellow.