Mrs. B.:
From out a canon in the West I came with colors flying,
To meet the people known as ' best,' or strain myself while trying;
I know I'm handicapped by fate, and shy on social training,
Though I got off a trifle late, I'm going some and gaining.
Jo-ann of Arc once set a mark that caused a lot of talk,
But give me room to start a boom, I'll beat her in a walk.
A woman who is nifty, who is up to date and shifty,
Can start the game at fifty, with millions at her call.

CHORUS

This matron is possessed of- nerve, and very wide awake.

Mrs. B.:
I'll study ev'ry social curve and overcome each break.
I am wild to be like Marie Antoinette
With a grand saloon for just the toppy set;
I would like to say, ' Mon ami-Voulez vous comprgnez jammy '
Which is all the French that I have learned as yet.
It has also been my very ardent wish,
To stand in line along with Mrs. Fish.
I am tired of hotel cooking, for a Newport house I'm looking,
And I want to get away from all the noovo rishe.

Mrs. B.:
We landed in the great big town, without a maid or valey,
Each evening we strolled up and down that gorgeous peacock alley.
The elevator man was nice, the waiters were congenial:
But still we didn't cut much ice, unless we tipped a menial.
We'd see the bunch come in to lunch, they called it day-jho-nay,
I made a vow that I somehow would know them all some day.
A woman who is clever, and works each social lever,
Must bide her time and never be worried by a snub.

CHORUS

This matron started in to climb, it was a fearful task.

Mrs. B.:
I met the proper sort in time, if any one should ask.
I am trying hard to shake my western burr
And a woman's hired to make me talk like her.
When I'm seated at a table I am proud to say I'm able,
To pick out each kind of fork without a slur.
I have learned that if I wish to be ' katish '
And to occupy a really good posish,
I must be persona gratin to the blue blood of
Manhattan, So I long to get away from all the noovo rishe.