Miss Heming
Miss HEMING was undoubtedly the best
Stenographer in Washington. She dressed
In serge and sheer white muslin; spent the day
In typing, not complaining of her pay;
Never gave way to cross or sulky fits,
Never wrote ‘there’ for ‘their,’ or ‘it’s’ for ‘its.'
Her copy was a dream; she’d always fix
Her day’s job up, though kept till half-past six.
She had one fault, however: she would write
‘ the Adjutant General,’ in the world’s despite —
Not capital T-h-e, in proper form!
The A.G.O. grew restive; came a storm;
Our colonel, ’neath the term of ‘negligent’
Smarting, discharged Miss Heming. Off she went,
’Mid the loud lamentations of our force.
She showed no anger, sorrow, or remorse;
Merely remarked, — we hailed it as sublime, —
‘ I had a grandmother like that one time.’
Stenographer in Washington. She dressed
In serge and sheer white muslin; spent the day
In typing, not complaining of her pay;
Never gave way to cross or sulky fits,
Never wrote ‘there’ for ‘their,’ or ‘it’s’ for ‘its.'
Her copy was a dream; she’d always fix
Her day’s job up, though kept till half-past six.
She had one fault, however: she would write
‘ the Adjutant General,’ in the world’s despite —
Not capital T-h-e, in proper form!
The A.G.O. grew restive; came a storm;
Our colonel, ’neath the term of ‘negligent’
Smarting, discharged Miss Heming. Off she went,
’Mid the loud lamentations of our force.
She showed no anger, sorrow, or remorse;
Merely remarked, — we hailed it as sublime, —
‘ I had a grandmother like that one time.’