"Do I understand from that," he thundered, "that you cannot perform these necessary duties?"
"On the contrary," I returned coolly, "I think that I can perform them all, one at a time; but you have left out one important item."
"Well, what?"
"Poetry," I said.
My answer tickled him immensely, and he burst into loud laughter.
"Got any about you?" he demanded. "I believe you have it secreted all over you."
I said:
"I've none of my own this morning, but here's a fine little verse I wish you'd top our editorial page with," and I handed him the following:
For the cause that lacks assistance;
For the wrong that needs resistance;