Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1911 edition. Excerpt: ... And 'neath her window often played This Darwin-Huxley serenade--He'd warble to her ev'ry day, This rhizopodical roundelay: "O, most primordial type of spore! I never saw your like before, And though a microbe has no heart From you, sweet germ, I'll never part; We'll sit beneath some fungus growth Till dissolution claims us both." THE WOMAN WITH AN ORDINARY PAST Written for "The Old Town." Sent back. Too biographical. I The folks in Section A Who watch a problem play Of the kind C. F. imports for Ethel Barrymore Will pity quite a lot Poor Sadie in the plot Who has such a load of grief she couldn't carry more. At present she is most discreet She's pale and wan and sad and sweet; But once she went a trifle fast--This woman with a past. This woman with a past is quite engaging In plays by Mister Henry Arthur Jones We look at her with streaming eyes; We very deeply sympathize When she relates her sins in melting tones. Now I've a past of quite another color; In humble walks of life my lot was cast; I've nothing sinful to confess I've been too well-behaved, I guess, The woman with an ordinary past. Ii There's no poetic charm In living on a farm, If you can't be lured away by some Lothario. The girl who sticks at home, With villains does not roam, She can never break into a real scenario. I've not endured the tragic woes Dealt out by men in evening clothes; What chance have I to head the cast? I have no spotted past. The woman with a past is fascinating She enters and the others fade away, But one who's led the simple life Till she becomes a lawful wife Cuts mighty little figure in a play. I ran a boarding house till I was thirty Connected with a bank account at last; No need of taking up your time; I've not committed any crime--I'm sorry, but...