A dutiful son of his widowed mother once said, “I love my
mother with all my strength.” “How is that?” he was asked. Said
he, “I’ll tell you. We live in a tenement, on the top floor
four flights up, with no elevator; and my mother being busy, I
carry up the coal in a scuttle, and I tell you, it takes all my
strength to do it.” (Text.)
(1919)