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The Advertising Girl

She was a most enchanting girl,
Rosy and plump, yet full of grace;
Her hair was perfectly in curl,
A winsome smile was on her face.
“You are so mirthful and so gay,
So free from care, fair maid,” said I,
“Life must be one long-holiday
Through which you wander happily.”

“Oh, no, indeed, kind sir,” she said;
“I’ve had no holiday for years;
I am the advertising maid
Who in the magazines appears.
Life is a whirl of crowded days;
Yet I am gay, and happy too,
Because I find along its ways
So many pleasant things to do.

“From morning unto night I take
My fill of change and luxury.
There are a dozen firms that make
My gowns—the latest styles, you see!
The daintiest of gloves and shoes
Are stitched for me with special care;
I’ve all the kodaks I can use,
And all the furs that I can wear.

“Innumerable soaps and scents,
Candies and dentifrices, too,
I use with perfect confidence,
And recommend the same to you;
In each new style of underwear,
Braces, and waists my form is clad;
I have pianos and to spare,
And twenty tonics make me glad.

“And when these varied interests pall,
Still wider joys to them succeed—
Those swiftest, sweetest hours of all

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