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Show THE PENALTIES OF FAME. I dreamed that fame was mine, And all along the line Friends, rolatives and foes all three Began to hammer me. And when I woke 'twas relief Immense. To find my fame marked down to thirty cents. I had the dream once mo'ro.. 'Twas. worso than 'twas before. I found myself pi-rched up on high Just underneath the sky. Stone cold It was, and. lonely. Oh, be sure 'Twas sweet to wake and find myself obscure! ob-scure! Again it came. AlasI How sorry wns that pass! A wreath of bay all flaming red Pressed on my scorched head Did sear me so that when I woke anon 'Twas bliss to find I'd but a- nightcap on. And hence It Is I sny Fame need not como my way. I much prefer things as thoy are In byways nebular. Where public optic.1; do not rudely staro And burning laurels do not singe my hair! J. K. Bangs In Harper's Weekly. |