And wept for lack of a pathway out—
Most like I should pat an expansive belt
And say nice things of the Russian knout.
A woman of philanthropic tendencies was paying a visit to a lower East Side school. She was particularly interested in a group of poor pupils and asked permission to question them.
“Children, which is the greatest of all virtues?”
No one answered.
“Now, think a little. What is it I am doing when I give up time and pleasure to come and talk with you for your own good?”
A grimy hand went up in the rear of the room.
“Please, ma’am, youse are buttin’ in.”—The Delineator.