We interviewed a Mayor, who shall be nameless. Even the name, topography and condition of his city shall not be divulged. We interviewed a Mayor -
(I'm Not trying to make this thing rhyme But, at the same time, A little interlude like this Is not amiss). We interviewed a Mayor and asked gently, "Dost Think, my lord, that thy great city is a pleasant place wherein to dwell? For, if not, why not?" And he answered, "Dust!" Just, "Dust!" He seemed perturbed. Something was on his mind. He could not talk. He could not say one word excepting Just "Dust!" We fear that the interview was a bit of a frost. We wanted to ask him all sort of things about markets, and the letting of the Town Hall, and jay-walking regulations; but all he would answer was just "DUST!!!" And when outside into the street we went We knew just What he meant.
The Mooch of Life
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