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It was no time for or
 

My Love-Story

A lady of sagacity and beautiful audacity once had the pertinacity to ask me, at her door :
“If I can find a minister who is not bold or sinister — why should I stay a spinister — and you a bacheldore?”
 
It was no time for puttering or stammering or stuttering, and so I hastened, uttering as fast as I could speak :
“Had I a home colonial, with furnishings baronial, I might feel matrimonial — but NOT on six a week.”
 
She laughed and said quite cynical :
“Well, you’re the very pinnacle of everything that’s finical” — but I said nothing more.
And thus we found no minister, and I moved off to Finisterre, and she is still a spinister, and I’m a bacheldore.

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filler verse, in Everybody’s Magazine 43:6 (December 1920) : 63
U Michigan copy/scan (via google books) : link
 

10 December 2024