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Show J ( Ci Abbreviated L STORY L I iH LErtD PENCIL iA-pWd Jays a-n I was a beautiful, -- lu'nw ii pi-nrii. and hearty and o ful -ta'ui'e. with my uame, "Write- J easy. fj," printed on my sleek side In letters uf purest gold. I hadn't a single i are in the w.u-ld. and my heart was full of love for all human beings ; for was it not to humans that I owed my lovely shape, my long sturdy bar of unbroken lead and my soft, firm wood? Today 1 am a miserable abandoned Mump without even a point. My gold name lias been cruelly hacked off, even to the capital W. For a woman tried to sharpen me. If I had been w ise I would have struggled strug-gled out of her hands s soon as she borrow oil her husband's penknife struggled out of her hands and slipped down a crack to an eternal dark oblivion ob-livion that at least would not have robl.ed me of my shape. At the lirst inch of wood and lead that she hacked oil', he said: "Something "Some-thing must be llie matter with the wood." At the second inch she said: "Something "Some-thing must he the matter with the lead." At t lie third inch she said: "Something "Some-thing must be the matter with the knife." At that I fainted from pain and humiliation, and awoke a scraggy cast-off cast-off stump of my former self. And a confirmed woman hater. by George MMlbi-w Adams.) |