Pounding on the door of the attractive mulatto girl, the soldier bid
fair to rouse the entire neighborhood, till a head was thrust out of an
upstairs window and a voice cautiously asked:
“Hush up dar, yo’ soldier! What yo’ want?”
“Wanta come in,” hiccupped the warrior, who had evidently left the shrine
of Bacchus to worship at that of Venus.
“H’m! Does yo’ b’long to de United States Marines?”
“Nope; but wanta come in.”
“Does yo’ b’long to de Third Massachusetts?”
“Nope.”
“To the Second Noo Hampshires?”
“Nope.”
“To the Fourf Noo York?”
“Nope; but wanta come in, all the same.”
“Well, yo’ can just go away fum dar, yo’ triflin soldier; I’se a very
partickler woman, I is.”
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Oh, Mother, Lookit Daughter!
S ... is for the shortness of their length,
K ... is for the knees which we see,
I ... is for inches, 20 above ground,
R ... is for regions dear to me.
T ... is for thin, transparent,
S ... is for the shapes we see,
Oh! may short skirts live on forever,
In this sweet land of liberty.
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