by
Joe Cone
She
can shout and she can ride,
She
can swim the ebbing tide,
She
can gold to bet a magnate; she can tennis and croquet;
She
can bake and she can sew,
She
can paddle, she can row,
She
can play a trout or salmon in a scientific way.
She
can bake a Boston bean
Fit
to set before a Queen,
She
can bake a pie or pudding fit to set before a King;
She
has studied all the arts
From
astronomy to charts,
And
both opera and ragtime she can grandly play and sing.
She’s
a sport clean through and through,
But
there’ one thing she can’t do,
And
it vexes her completely, making life a hollow dream;
She
is filled with deep regret –
She
can’t smoke a cigarette,
And
it takes away the glory of the whole blamed social scheme!
April
29, 1913
Sent
from Hatteras April 30,
Wed.
1913
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