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Ranch and Range
(Found in the Waste Basket of the Lariet Lyre Author Unknown)
Miss Susan OToole hated men with a hate
Some punchers bear water, you know; If one was a-comin' an' she seen him first,
Right back to her ranch she would go. She talked woman's rights an' similar stuff,
With all o' her fem-i-nine might, Fer as a gab-artist Miss Susan took all
The prizes that might be in sight. She tells the whole range o' this an' o' that, 'Til her jaw-agitation wore holes in her hat—
Fer Susan O'Toole Said she was no fool, Ner cared she a rap Fer no man or yap That ever wore chaps, Said Susan.
She said there's a time that surely will come, When women will have all the say, When the last sinful man has give up the scrap, An' woman—sweet woman—holds sway. Then one fatal day a freak drifts along— A freak with a string-halted voice,