Fuess and Stearns, comps. The Little Book of Society Verse. 1922.
By. Charles Graham HalpineFeminine Arithmetic
So, mamma, ’t is vain to take trouble—
For I was but eighteen in spring,
While his age exactly is double.
He ’s but in his thirty-sixth year,
Tall, handsome, good-natured and witty,
And should you refuse him, my dear,
May you die an old maid without pity!
His figure, I grant you, will pass,
And at present he ’s young enough plenty;
But when I am sixty, alas!
Will not he be a hundred and twenty?