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Show Passing of the Call. In days gone by. those happy days When all the world was alow, My lady oft, to whllo the time. A-vlaltlng would go. Her dainty buckled shoes wore donned, And laced her gown so gay. With rectlculc of fancy work She went to spend the day. Then faster must have rolled the sphere, The days were o'er so soon! For bosom friends there could bo found But ono brief afternoon. Tho hours then Increased their pace, Full swift by duties driven. And to her friend, though still beloved, But minutes could bo given. Ah years sped on and fleeting tlmo Wa3 filled with social enre, She for a confidential chat A single hour could spare. Till now, 'midst whirl of clubs and teas. When leisure la unknown, Sho takoa the worn recelvor down' And calla her up by phone. Puck. |