Biographies of Women Mathematicians
So Let Me Work
The Mathematics Teacher, Vol. 19, February 1926, p99
A conversation inspired by a poem in The Mathematics Teacher, Jan. 1925
The preacher speaks:
So let me preach from week to week
The tailor speaks:
That ardent crowds that hear me speak
Remember all my looks and ways,
Though they forget their God to praise.
So let me sew from day to day,
The baker speaks:
On clothes for work or clothes for play,
That, though they lack both fit and style,
My patrons bless me all the while.
So let me cook from meal to meal
The telephone operator speaks:
That hungry folks who with me deal
Forget all indigestion's ache,
Remembering me, not what I bake.
So let me work throughout the week
The taxi-driver speaks:
Connecting me that wish to speak,
That they forget each wrong connection,
But keep me in their recollection.
So let me drive on high or low
The teacher speaks again:
That all the fares who with me go
Forget each overcharge and skid,
Remembering me, not what I did.
So let me teach from day to day
That all I teach fades straight away,
And old grads mutter, each to each
"A kind old soul—but couldn't teach."