And hence we always tho’t it something strange
If in such contests they no honors took:
The Rogers, Cottrells, Fultons and Blackmars,
Had lasses that could spell to beat the stars.
In songs and plays they also were real good;
Their literary parts were out of sight:
We ne’er went to their fettas but we stood
Chuckful of irrepressible delight.
And their forensic sons were known to fame;
Their laurels sprang from many a wordy game.