What, madam, run for School Director? You? 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, madam; We statesmen sometimes speak like the old Adam. But now you mention it — well, well, who knows?
We might, that's certain, give the sex a show. I have a cousin — teacher. I suppose If I stand in and you‘ re elected — no? You'll make no bargains? That's a pretty go!
But understand that school administration Belongs to Politics, not Education. We'll pass the teacher deal; but it were wise To understand each other at the start.
You know my business — books and school supplies; You'd hardly, if elected, have the heart Some small advantage to deny me — part Of all my profits to be yours. What? Stealing?
Please do n't express yourself with so much feeling. You pain me, truly. Now one question more. Suppose a fair young man should ask a place As teacher — would you ( pardon ) shut the door
Of the Department in his handsome face Until — I know not how to put the case — Would you extort a kiss to pay your favor? Good Lord! you laugh? I thought the matter graver.
Well, well, we can n't do business, I suspect: A woman has no head for useful tricks. My profitable offers you reject And will not promise anything to fix
The opposition. That's not politics. Good morning. Stay — I'm chaffing you, conceitedly. Madam, I mean to vote for you — repeatedly.
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