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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 the champagne. "Do you often take notes In that way?" asked a woman who set by him, much interested. "Often," the poet returned, "but the trouble of it is that when I read it over the next day I can't for the life ' , of me make out what the notes are that I meant to take. Then the shirt goes into the wash and there's an end of it. What's the use, anyway?" as the waiter again passed the tall glass of champagne into his outstretched hand. "True," the woman assented, quietly. quiet-ly. "What's the use?" |