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There was but one girl in this world of ours
When Eve ate the apple in the garden of flowers
Eve was clothed in fig leaves, Adam none at all
But he knew he would see the picture
when the leaves began to fall
- Charleston Blue Book, 1902.
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There once was a young man of Ghent
Whose tool was so long that it bent.
To save himself trouble
He put it in double,
And instead of coming, he went.
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Wine, women and song
Make the world run long
The first to please, the second to tease
And the three to make a man go wrong
- Charleston Blue Book, 1902
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A wanton young lady of Wimley
Reproached for not acting primly,
Answered: "Heavens above!
I know sex isn't love,
But it's such an attractive facsimile."
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she being Brand
-new;and you
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and (having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs
were O.
K.) i went right to it
flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
up,slipped the
clutch(and then somehow got into
reverse she
kicked what
the hell)next
minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my
lev-er Right-
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
second-in-to-high like
greasedlightning)just as we turned the
corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and
give
her the juice,good
(it
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right
up to
the last minute coming back down by
the Public
Gardens i slammed on
the
internalexpanding
&
externalcontracting
brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB
-ling
to a:dead.
stand-
;Still)
e.e.cummings
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He was King of the Tenderloin
Big Brick was his palace hall
And the girls were wild with excitement
When the judge was coming to call
The Madam’s smile was wide for him
He could charge up any amount
For he was the one patron of the Brick
Who enjoyed a charge account
The judge now old, his youth long spent
Can only dream and repine
He was master swordsman once
And the Brick shall be his shrine
Poem written by Charleston prostitute about
Federal Judge Waties Waring, c. 1925
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Have ye beheld (with much delight)
A red rose peeping through a white?
Or else a cherry (double graced)
Within a lily? Centre placed?
Or ever marked the pretty beam
A strawberry shows half drowned in cream?
Or seen rich rubies blushing through
A pure smooth pearl, and orient too?
So like to this, nay all the rest,
Is each neat niplet of her breast.
Robert Herrick (1591-1674)
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