I
sent
A
poem
About
A
miss,
Into
The
chief
Put
up
Like
this.
And
then he went and stretched it out
Into
two lines, or thereabout.
And
then he hollered through the door:
“You’ll
have to grind out six lines more!”
And
thus
It
is
Day
af-
Ter
day;
I
have
To
grind
To
get
My
pay.
Nov.
28, 1910
Ac.
Judge
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