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Show Gems of Thought Lost Forever. Mr. Jingle suddenly turned back his cuff and wrote upon It It happened in an Interval of the passing ttao champagne. "Do you often tako notes In that way?" asked a woman who set by him. much Interested. "Often," the poet roturned; "but the troublo of it Is that when I read It over the next day I can't for the life of mo make out what the notes are that I meant to take. Then the shirt goes Into tbo wash and thoro's an end of It. What's tho use, anyway?" as the waiter again passou the tall glass of champagne Into his outstrotched hand. "True," tho woman assented, quietly. quiet-ly. "What's tho UBe?" |