And all the horsemen knew her.
* * *
“Don’t dress that hen inside the house,”
The wife was heard to mutter.
“All right,” said he, “I’ll stand outside
Upon the curb and gutter.”
* * *
The Hope of the Fat
The incorrigible joker stood outside the Great Synagogue, as the Chosen were pouring out, last Shobboz, and declaimed: “There is a divinity that shapes our ends, rough hew them as we may.”
And a fat, greasy-looking little man sidled up to him and wheezed: