Woman’s Way or A Story Of The Beach

My name was simply Arthur Wood,

     Hers Ethel Vander Hoke;

In vain I tried to write it out

     Between each wave that broke.

She watched me struggling at the sand

     She watched it melt away;

For e’er I’d reach the “Vander” – swish!

     ‘Twas buried ‘neath the spray.

At length she laughed. “What now?” I asked

     In lover’s anxious mood;

“There is but one way, dear,” she said,

     “Just write it “Ethel Wood”!

July 4, 1897

Camb. Press,

Aug. 6, ‘98