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Below is a partial text of this tradition recitation. See the Kinsey Institute Library catalog for manuscript examples of this recitation.

The Young [or French] Stenographer

I am a young stenographer. My name is Sally Brown.
I worked at many places before I settled down.

When I left Hilltop college, my age was just 16.
I could operate a typewriter but I was mighty green.

The lawyer who employed me had nothing much to do.
He kept on with his flirting and asking for a screw.

Then I worked for a florist who dealt in seeds and plants.
He used his leisure moments to jack off in his pants.

Next I worked for a Preacher. A horny little runt.
I quit the job the second day when he begged to suck my cunt.

...

Then I at last decided to take things as they came.
And if I lost my next job I would not be to blame.

I searched the morning paper and went again to work.
My boss's son he worked with me. His name was Billy Burke.

He talked to me very sweetly. My tits he gently squeezed.
I offered no resistance. I only laughed and teased.

Then he grew more familiar and went to shut the door.
And taking off his pants he said, "Let's do it on the floor."