“‘My mind is open on the question of garbage disposal,’ Alderman Link declared.”
You know what he means.
[p 119]
]HYMN OF HATE.
(Reprinted at request of Mr. Hoover.)
Cranberry pie, or apricot—
We love them not, we hate them not.
Of all the victuals in pot or plate,
There’s only one that we loathe and hate.
We love a hundred, we hate but one,
And that we’ll hate till our race is run—
BREAD PUDDING!