Lady, dangers lurk in boilers,
Risks I could not let you face.
Men were meant to be the toilers,
Home, you know, is woman's place.
Have no home? Well, is that so?
Still, it's not my fault, you know.

Charming lady, work no more;
Fair you are and sweet as honey;
Work might make your fingers sore,
And, besides, I need the money.
Prithee rest,--or starve or rob--
Only let me have your job!




Representation


("My wife is against suffrage, and that settles me."--_Vice-President
Marshall_.)


I

My wife dislikes the income tax,
And so I cannot pay it;
She thinks that golf all interest lacks,