The Song of the Dishwasher.
Oh, pity the maidens and pity the men
Who are working their way through this teacher machine *
By washing club dishes and washing 'em clean.
It's breakfast and dinner and supper, and then,
Breakfast comes round and we wash 'em again.
The landlady's worried, oh pity her, too,
The boarders skip out when their board bill is due,
And Mephisto himself devises the schemes,
To worry these women, poor creatures, it seems.
Exorbitant prices for groceries are paid,
And meager, oh meager, the profit that's made.
But dishes to wash and dry 'em again;
So pity the maidens and pity the men
Who are working their way through this teacher machine
By washing club dishes and washing 'em dean.
It's hurry and hustle and rustle and rub,
* Written while in school at Kansas State Normal.
__Clyde L. Davis.
A Kansan At Large
Clyde L. Davis
(Forest Hills, New York: Bernice Carter Davis. 1924)