That the lowest of fallen women are better than most of the men.
* * *
Ten-year Mary saw her mother
Dolled all up—skirt “a la sport.”
“Mama, when will I be grown up
And can wear my dresses short?”
* * *
Ahoy, Liza’s Fig Tree!
Returning from France, a colored trooper was awakened from his nap on the deck by a companion who shouted to him to get up and look at a passing sail boat.