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Show RHYMES OF THE DAY. The Pen Is mightier than the Sword; But mightier the Runt Which touches both and crumbles then Into forgotten dust. San Francisco Bulletin. WHAT HAPPENS. That pity Is akin to love Is very quickly proved, For when engagements are announced Wo'ro by that feeling moved. "Poor boy! What could ho sec In her?" His friends will mutter grim, Whllo her's will groan: "A shamo to throw Herself away on him!" Brooklyn Life. ON JOY'S HIGHWAY. "You mustn't," sho cried, "you mustn't!" They were jiauslng whero none might see, When ho caught her nnd held her to him, A glorious thrill went htrough him, And he scorned what tho price might be. Ho held her tenderly, closely, He was not of the kind who fall; "You mustn't," sho cried, unheeded, "You mustn't," she tremblingly ploaded "Pleaso wait till I raise- my veil." S. E. ?:iser In Chicago Record-Herald. |