Hen
Hines is goin’ to git divorce,
An' folks don’t blame him, nuther;
He’s
keepin’ house all by himself,
Jane’s gone back to her mother.
What
did she do? She’s done enough –
I guess you wouldn’t praise her,
She
peeled pertaters for a week
With Hen’s new safety razor.
c.
Feb. 28, 1911
Sent
to
Judge,
Feb. 28, 1911
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