And midnight oil, to add unto the world
More Bunk.... In vain—in vain!
(She sinks down sobbing.)
(From right and left of stage enter Semi-Choruses Magazine Editors and Book Publishers, tearing their hair rhythmically.)
SEMI-CHORUS OF EDITORS
We have mailed their poems back
To every man and woman-jack
Who weigh the postman down
From country and from town;
But all in vain, in vain,