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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Mrs. Finnigan

Margretta Scott

From “Side-lights on War”

SHE never got enough to drink—

She was as thirsty as a sun-dried pond.

Her old man gave the money to Mary.

She wasn’t afraid of a chit like Mary,

But she was afraid of her old man.

War came—

And her old man had to go.

She gave him a holy medal

And God’s blessings:

She got his allotment

And a Government allowance.

The swinging doors of every saloon hailed to her;

She slept with a black bottle under her pillow.

“It’s a foine war,” she would say to Mary,

“And the Govermint treats you splindid.”