We ought to be grateful we’ve no war here.”
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“Six a week”—to a girl—“That’s flat!
I can get a thousand to work for that.”
THE RICH MAN
The rich man has his motor-car,
His country and his town estate.
He smokes a fifty-cent cigar
And jeers at Fate.
He frivols through the livelong day,