Why the Socialist Party Is Growing

“A story,” the reporter said, “about commercial crime.
A merchant's been convicted of selling phony stuff.
The sentence is a thousand meg and seven years of time—”
“A hundred words,” the city Ed. replied, “will be enough.”

“A story,” the reporter said, “about a crimson dame
Just landed from the steamer, wearing slippers that are red.
She used to be the Dearest Friend of Emperor Wotsis name—”
“Three columns and a layout!” cried the eager city Ed.
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