Ocupation: Columnist
Life: November 15, 1881 - March 23, 1960
Birthday: November 15
Death: March 23
The rich man has his motorcar, His country and his town estate, He smokes a fifty-cent cigar And jeers at Fate. He frivols through the livelong day, He knows not Poverty, her pinch. His lot seems light, his heart seems gay; He has a cinch. Yet though my lamp burns low and dim, Though I must slave for livelihood- Think you that I would change with him? You bet I would!
topic: Country, Heart, Fate, Long Day