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Show RHYMES OF THE DAY. To know Just how to sing's a thing Desirable, hut then ll'fi well to know how not to sing And also where and when. Philadelphia Press. Hor Natural Duplicity. AVhcn she Kent her photograph she wrote upon the back of It theso words: "Just as I Am." "Just as I am," tho lines behind her ko. But, all the same. I'll never know her so, For woman, bo she evil, yea. or 3alnt. "Would ever have man know her as she ain't. Cincinnati Post. ah. cruel: "J smile upon your ult." she said. I .iHzed her- Illy hand, And was about to pay to h.T, "I think 1 understand." But giggling in her lovele.s mirth She pulled away from me. And cafct Upon my evening clothes A look of scorn and glee. "I smile upon your suit," she sold, ' Wltn plain Intent to chaff, "Becaune Il'b uch a misfit suit It really makes mc lauh." New York Commercial Advertiser. Men there aro with songs unsung Strains that ne'er escape the tongue-Broken tongue-Broken alms and dreams that lie Hidden from tho careless eye; Secret, passionate, deep enshrined, Undeveloped, thwarted, blind-Thus blind-Thus tho world's unchanging wav Since tho world began. Shall such somo day rise and take Meed denied by Earth's mistake? No more uniting, spurned of Fate. Shall they come, -though It bo late. And by strange. pathH to their own; No more despised failures known On fotno other kindlier shore, Aliens never more? London Outlook. |