From The Topeka State Journal, December 18, 1912. When winter to the leafless world His coming still delays, She watches the thermometer With eager wistful gaze; And half a dozen times an hour She wishes she could go Where zero juggles with the bulb, And all is frozen snow. She reads the weather man’s report, And jumps for joy one day Because at last a frigid wave Is somewhere on the way. No, she is not an Eskimo From polar lands remote, She only wants it cold enough To wear her new fur coat.