The Fable of the Grass Widow and the Mesmeree and the Six Dollars (1916)

One day a keen business man, who thought nobody could show him, was sitting at his desk when a classy grass widow floated in and stood smiling at him. Had it been a man book agent, the K.B.M. would have shouted "Sick 'em," and reached for a paper weight, but when the agent isn't so poor to look at, well, he only yammered when he tried to tell her he couldn't be interested. She kept to her little song and smiled and sat a little closer. He got so dizzy he had to lock his legs under the chair to keep from turning turtle. She pushed her jeweled pen into his mitt and showed him where to sign. When the seven pound copy of "Happy Hours With Poets" was delivered, and he paid out six silver pieces, he hated himself worse than ever. K.B.M. carried the book home to his wife. She flagged him and said all her women acquaintances had received these same books, that a crowd of married men must have been given a club rate. He refused to talk about it anymore. Meanwhile the grass widow is living at the finest hotel on Michigan Boulevard. Moral: Those who are entitled to it, get it sooner or later.

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