Though LODGE in the Senate makes critical speeches
And ROOSEVELT belligerent heresy preaches,
Though Suffragist pickets keep guard at its portals--
Undismayed and unshaken the PRESIDENT chortles.

He "smiles" at them "broadly" and then hurries off
To type a new Note, or perhaps to play golf;
And, while studying closely his putts, to explore
The obscurity shrouding the roots of the War.

To cope with emergency once in a way
Is nothing to facing it every day;
And that's where the PRESIDENT'S greatness is seen,
He's consistently cheerful and calm and serene.

O happy idealist! Others may weep
At the crimes and the horrors that murder their sleep;
You've two perfect specifics your cares to beguile--
An oracular phrase, an implacable smile.

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"A fourth headmaster wanted to know 'who would liev at Yorb when he
could live at Bournemouth?'"--_Morning Paper._

The answer is "Because there's a 'b' in both."

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