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Addison, Pauline, "Pat" (1916-1984) Death of Doubt

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Gilder Lehrman Collection #: GLC09576.130.03 Author/Creator: Addison, Pauline, "Pat" (1916-1984) Place Written: Milroy, Indiana Type: Poem Date: 8 October 1937 Pagination: 2 p. ; Order a Copy

One poem by Pauline "Pat" Addison sent to Paul H. Lobik dated October 8, 1937. Poem is entitled Death of Doubt.

Paul H. Lobik changed his last name from Hlobik between June and August of 1936. As a result the earlier letters in his collection are addressed to Paul Hlobik and the later letters are addressed to Paul. H. Lobik. To remain constant and honor his choice of name he is listed in all letters as Paul H. Lobik.

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Death of Doubt
My heart cried out, "How could he do
This cruel thing to me?"
He might have played the game without
This lie, this villiany. [''sic'']

I've funked at times, and know it true,
Failed and most mis'rbly,
But Surely he knew at the finish
I'd take what came to me.

Without a whimper or pace-break,
I've yet to fail a friend,
I stuck through the fight, How could he
Think I'd funk at the end?

He might have let me save my face,
A handshake and goodbye,
He could have called the game at end
Without deliberate lie."

And then I hated doubting him,
Need I, too, be unjust?
He did it thinking it was best,
Because he thought he must.

No matter how the thing was done,
I'd known that come it would,
I must retain the memories
of all the sweet and good,

And, as I promised at the first,

[2]
Be brave and strong and proud,
Shoulders up and smile set on,
I must not cry aloud.

What's best for him is best for me,
Doubt him and I am lost,
Who tastes of sweets forbidden them
must count and pay the cost.

Salesmanship
The gift of the gab, boss will do'er,
A Good Kine's made many a sale
Just give me a chance at that guy, boss,
I'll sell 'im the Rush County Jail!

Ya' ain't never give me a break, boss,
Come on, old man, do be a brick,
I've got what it takes, and you know it
A sale's talk will sure do the trick!

Whaddya say? I've already done it!
I don't getcha, speak up, old bean,
I've talked myself out of a job, boss?
Damnation, old man, but you're mean!

Lobik, Paul H., 1915-1998
Addison, Pauline, "Pat", 1916-1984

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