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MET a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None of my family ever worked, or had A thing to sell." I don't suppose the work Much matters. You may work for all of me. I've seen the time I've had to work myself. The having anything to sell is what Is the disgrace in man or state or nation.

I met a traveller from Arkansas Who boasted of his state as beautiful For diamonds and apples. "Diamonds And apples in commercial quantities?" I asked him, on my guard. "Oh yes," he answered, Off his. The time was evening in the Pullman. "I see the porter's made your bed," I told him.

I met a Californian who would Talk California—a state so blessed, He said, in climate none had ever died there A natural death, and Vigilance Committees Had had to organize to stock the graveyards And vindicate the state's humanity. "Just the way Steffanson runs on," I murmured, "About the British Arctic. That's what comes Of being in the market with a climate."