Where I go up and down,
And there’s no woman, man, or dog
That knows me in the town.
I know each shop, and all
These Jews, and Russian Poles,
For I go walking night and noon
To spare my sack of coals.
THE CURSE.
To a sister of an enemy of the author’s
who disapproved of “The Playboy.”
Lord, confound this surly sister,