I found it. I found it! I was looking for something else amongst my papers and found the poem my late friend Hans wrote for me some years ago.
Here it is:
SHE ONLY LOOKS AS THOUGH SHE KNOWS
By Hans Muller
What are all those ahs and ohs?
She only looks as though she knows,
She assumes a knowing pose
And everybody thinks she knows.
Though all she does is sit and doze
Everyone’s convinced she knows.
Be it market highs and lows,
Be it poetry or prose,
Current economic woes,
The benefits of pantyhose,
She always looks as though she knows.
Any subject that they chose
Makes the public think she knows.
It’s not really that she blows
Her own horn — somehow she glows
With an aura she bestows
Both in turmoil and repose.
Is there a reason to suppose
That she knows what gives — what goes?
Does she laugh at life’s cruel blows?
Does she sweat where others froze?
Can she paint — can she compose?
She only looks as though she knows.
Yet, she never brags or crows
Or looks down her pretty nose
At folk like you and me who chose
Their ignorance not to disclose.
The fact remains, from head to toes
She always looks as though she knows.
Can she tell her friends from foes?
The difference between tos and fros?
Above and belows?
Fingers and toes?
Cons and pros?
Yeses and nos?
I don’t think she knows any of those
She only LOOKS as though she knows.
And brilliant, loving daughter Susan figured out how to copy the original post, so here it is:
Recently, there was a retropective on PBS TV about Wonder Woman. It covered the years since her introduction as a comic book character up until the present.
She had changed many times through the years — for instance, after WW2, when women were supposed to go back to their kitchens after doing “men’s” work in wartime factories, she was not depicted as all-powerful for a time.
The program also showed the lovely Lynda Carter in her role as Wonder Woman on television. Seeing her playing that part took me back…..
I was living in Los Angeles and working as a writer for a public relations firm. My boss was tall, blonde, and beautiful. With my black hair and short round body, I was very aware of my lack of glamour in comparison. Lovely Lynda Carter was one of our clients.
What can I tell you about Lynda? She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, and certainly, her unusual eyes were so beyond beautiful, I can still picture them in my mind.
What I liked most about Lynda, however, was that she was extremely polite, friendly and really nice. Even when she ran into me years later (after she had become more successful) she remembered and greeted me warmly. I liked her for that especially.
Lynda Carter was just starting out. My boss was trying to get her a movie contract. Boss Linda surprised me when she asked me to go with her to an appointment she had set up with the president of a movie company.
“What in the world for?” I asked, “I don’t know anything about movies or movie contracts.”
“You don’t have to know, ” she responded, “You look like you know.”
I didn’t understand what she was talking about and with much trepidation, accompanied her to the meeting a few days later.
Now, my friends know me to be outgoing and talkative, so it may be difficult for them to believe I actually remained silent during the whole meeting. But I did. I felt out of place, uncomfortable, and certainly had nothing to add to the discussion. I was introduced by name, sat down, and let my boss do all the talking.
When the meeting ended, we rose to leave. The president of the movie company stood, shook my hand and said “You don’t say much, Mrs. Kauffmann, but I can tell you’re the brains of this operation.”
I hope he didn’t see the confusion on my face. It took all the control I could muster to behave like a normal person as we left his office. In the elevator, my boss laughed.
“You have to learn to use what you have Muriel.” she told me, “And you look smart.” I was fascinated by how that woman’s brain worked. One doesn’t forget an experience like that.
Since then, I have learned she was right. Perhaps I was never glamourous, or tall, or gorgeous, but there is something about me that makes people think I “know”. Whenever people ask my opinion about things I know nothing about I remember the day I attended that meeting with my boss to try to get Lynda Carter work in film.
Years later, I told my friend Hans about it. He laughed and wrote a very funny poem for me. Unfortunately, that was long ago and I seem to have lost it. I only remember the first two lines….
“From her head down to her toes
She only looks as though she knows…”
I remember these two lines because Hans would recite them when we were together and someone approached me for information I didn’t possess — yes, it still happens.
So, don’t be fooled by whatever it is in my appearance that lies. It is a sham! And, let me assure you, appearances ARE deceiving.The truth is, I know very little!