Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Mrs. FinniganMargretta Scott
From “Side-lights on War”
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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.
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.”