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St Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, September 2, 1907

Flesh and blood could not stand that. So I stopped in front of the house, crossed my arms over my breast and tried to shame Mr. Broderick with a long stare. As that seemed to have little effect, I told him what I thought of him.

“What do you mean by addressing such a remark to a decent woman?” I asked. “No gentleman would insult a lady by telling her she liked to eat rooster better than hen.”