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THE PRICE OF A GOWN
[Welland Telegraph May 22, 1903]
The doctor was discouraged, for the
neighborhood was well;
The colic spared the little one, and
also it befel.
The elders had no troubles that demanded
medic’s skill-
No one in that vicinity was even
slightly ill.
The doctor’s wife was worried, for
she longed to have a gown;
The doctor, when she mentioned it,
could only darkly frown,
“There is,” he said, “no chance at
all of getting what you need,
While every person hereabout is from
all sickness freed.”
“Oh, woe is me! Alas! Alack!” then
cried the doctor’s wife,
“It’s terrible, indeed, that I should
have so hard a life;
I must, it seems, have patience just
because your patients lack;
I must, to go abroad in style, put
someone on his back.”
This woe she pondered deeply, but
ere long was seen to smile,
“I have a plan,” she said at last,
“that really seems worth while;
I’ll start at once a cooking school.”
He straightway ceased to frown.
“My dear,” he cried, most joyfully,
“you’ll surely get that gown.”
And so the people suffered, while
the doctor’s wife in pride
Paraded in the handsome gown that
once had been denied.
It cost-ah-well-she gained by
this heartless, mean device,
And anyone can see that indigestion
was the price.
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