“We expect you to write for the Woman’s Edition.”

Her babies wept sadly, her husband looked blue,

Her house was disordered, each room in a stew;

Do you ask me to tell why this sad exhibition?

She was trying to write for the Woman’s Edition.

Oh, what should she write? she had nothing to say;

She pondered and thought all the long weary day;

The question of woman, her life and her mission,

Must all be touched up in the Woman’s Edition.

But what could she do—oh, how could she write?