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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?
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?
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.
Can she build the massive bridges That the rushing waters span—Can she smoke and chew tobacco And do it like a man?
