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Harriet Monroe - His Stenographer
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As he dictates to her 

Does she love you?—well, I wonder— 
Married twenty years, they say! 
You, so bald and fat and funny,
Grubbing like a mole for money?
Guess she likes to spend the plunder— 
Gee—she knows the way!

She`s a grand one—Lord! what dresses!
Handsome too, proud as a queen— 
With her doings in the papers, 
Dinners, dances, all the capers, 
Likes to lead the show, my guess is! 
You`re the gold machine! 

If she knew you as I know you, 
Would she spend it—say? 
If she knew each trick and quibble— 
Little fishes hooked that nibble, 
Business murders—would she show you 
Such a grand-stand play? 

You`re a savage money-maker— 
Good to her, though, sure—and me. 
Kind old pirate! What in thunder
Does she think of you, I wonder?
What neat stories do you take her, 
So she will not see?
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