(Poem
by the Office Boy)
De
boss has got a new stenog’,
A blonde she is for fair;
She
wears two roses on her chest,
And one stuck in her hair.
Her
cheeks are pink, but I don’t know
If all the color’s her’n;
But
if she stays here long enough
I’ll have a chance to learn.
She’s
got a shape dat surely makes
De odder maidens sore;
Yew
orter see deyr noses tip
When she goes t’rough de store.
“Imported’s”
what dey ‘sinuate
When speakin’ of her build;
If
looks could kill our new stenog’
She surely would be killed.
De
head clerk he’s beside himself
To get a little smile;
De
guy who tallies up de books
Is round her all de while.
De
boss he’s actin’ nervous like,
When she takes down his speil,
An'
wears a flower in his coat –
Gee, how de boss must feel.
I
ain’t no prophet, but I know
Dat somethin’s goin’ to drop;
No
place for parson’s sons to be
When blondes are in the shop.
I’m
on de outside lookin’ in,
Believe me dere’ll be fun;
I’ve
always heard my mudder say:
“Look out
for blondes, my son.”
Apr.
24, 1913
Sent
Monday, Apr. 28
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