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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=343053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Woman In Politics</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">What, madam, run for School Director? You?<br>And want my vote and influence? Well, well,<br>That beats me! Gad! where _are_ we drifting to?<br>In all my life I never have heard tell<br>Of such sublime presumption, and I smell<br>A nigger in the fence! Excuse me, madam;<br>We statesmen sometimes speak like the old Adam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now you mention it-well, well, who knows?<br>We might, that's certain, give the sex a show.<br>I have a cousin-teacher. I suppose<br>If I stand in and you 're elected-no?<br>You'll make no bargains? That's a pretty go!<br>But understand that school administration<br>Belongs to Politics, not Education.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll pass the teacher deal; but it were wise<br>To understand each other at the start.<br>You know my business-books and school supplies;<br>You'd hardly, if elected, have the heart<br>Some small advantage to deny me-part<br>Of all my profits to be yours. What? Stealing?<br>Please don't express yourself with so much feeling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You pain me, truly. Now one question more.<br>Suppose a fair young man should ask a place<br>As teacher-would you (pardon) shut the door<br>Of the Department in his handsome face<br>Until-I know not how to put the case<br>Would you extort a kiss to pay your favor?<br>Good Lord! you laugh? I thought the matter graver.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, well, we can't do business, I suspect:<br>A woman has no head for useful tricks.<br>My profitable offers you reject<br>And will not promise anything to fix<br>The opposition. That's not politics.<br>Good morning. Stay-I'm chaffing you, conceitedly.<br>Madam, I mean to vote for you-repeatedly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q>
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And want my vote and influence? Well, well,
That beats me! Gad! where _are_ we drifting to?
In all my life I never have heard tell
Of such sublime presumption, and I smell
A nigger in the fence! Excuse me..."></div>
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