Chapter 2 No.2

Pretty Sadie, aged fourteen,

To a lamp-post clings serene.

"What's the matter?" some may ask.

On her hip she wears a flask

Labelled "Tonic for the Hair"-

"Hic," says Sadie, "we should care!"

"Father is a corner druggist-

Why should I abstain?

Brother is a counterfeiter,

Printing labels plain.

I can buy grain alcohol

As all the neighbors do;

And if you treat me right I'll lend

My formula to you."