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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
Will she be a carpenter,
And build houses tall and grand;
And scale with might the dizzy height
With hammer and saw in hand?
And build houses tall and grand;
And scale with might the dizzy height
With hammer and saw in hand?
Will she be a soldier true
And fight in uniform—
Or will she be a sailor bold
And brave the tempestuous storm?
Will she like to make the mines
Down underneath the ground
And bring to light the precious gems
In those dark and deep caves found?
And fight in uniform—
Or will she be a sailor bold
And brave the tempestuous storm?
Will she like to make the mines
Down underneath the ground
And bring to light the precious gems
In those dark and deep caves found?
Will she like to dig for ore
Where the hidden metals are?
Will she take her place on a railway train
Or drive an electric car?
How many will learn the dentist 's trade?
For they must learn it when
The good new time comes—and the ladies
Change places with the men.
Where the hidden metals are?
Will she take her place on a railway train
Or drive an electric car?
How many will learn the dentist 's trade?
For they must learn it when
The good new time comes—and the ladies
Change places with the men.
Can she build the massive bridges
That the rushing waters span—
Can she smoke and chew tobacco
And do it like a man?
That the rushing waters span—
Can she smoke and chew tobacco
And do it like a man?
