The man with the twenty- five dollar fedora
Has it sat upon soundly by some dumb Dora.
Or the guy with the chapeau worth many a buck
Sees it blown off and pressed by a passing truck.
Whose top-piece came from the ritzy hatter
Finds it deluged with chewing gum, soup and batter.
It’s always the really exclusive lid
That’s seen by some eagle-eyed snowballing kid.
Hernce I wear my own hat with the jaunty assurance
That the price tag inside is its greatest insurance.
by Ray Romine Thursday, October 12, 1950
