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Show ONLOOKER He gazed on the oldttme picture The tintype, faded and stained; And over his face crept shadows That ahowed how his heart was pained. Twaa only an oldtime picture Of him. in the bygone days That loom now, ever so faintly Through memory's mellowing haze. He sighed o'er the old. old picture. Dented and scratched and dim; And smiled at the maiden, dimpled, Who sat by the side of him The maiden, dimpled and happy, "Who was pictured there, also: The maiden who held his fingers In the style of the long ago, ' 'Twas only an oldtime picture. And taken in oldtime style-Each style-Each held the hand of the other, And each wore a tintype smile. He frowned at the oldtime picture. The tintype, scratched and depressed. "I wonder," he muttered grimly, "I wonder who has the rest." |