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Show EMMERETT. When Bmmerett had company She scarcely ate a bite. She thought 'twas vulgar to display A hearty appetite. When pa would say, "Now, Bmmerett, Here's what you like a wing," The dainty maid would sweetly say: "I cannot eat a thing." She ate so little that the guests In chorus would declare They didn't see how she could live Upon such scanty fare. But when the company had gone I tell it With regret You'd scarce believe a girl could hold The stuff that Bmmerett. Chicago Record-Herald. |
