Calyx . you dare—into the depths of these dark andunfathombale eyes. Did you ever before behold suchliquid pools of tenderness, love and affection? Nay, norhas anyone else. To break it gently—this is our Turner—without whom we could never get the fair sex to Lex-ington and from whom we must protect them upon theirarrival. Notice the calm and imperturbed manner in which liepursues his favorite occupation. One glance in those squeeze from those strong manly hands, and theladies are forever his slaves. With unfurrowed brow heseizes their helpless hearts, and wrings them dry of thelife-bl
Calyx . you dare—into the depths of these dark andunfathombale eyes. Did you ever before behold suchliquid pools of tenderness, love and affection? Nay, norhas anyone else. To break it gently—this is our Turner—without whom we could never get the fair sex to Lex-ington and from whom we must protect them upon theirarrival. Notice the calm and imperturbed manner in which liepursues his favorite occupation. One glance in those squeeze from those strong manly hands, and theladies are forever his slaves. With unfurrowed brow heseizes their helpless hearts, and wrings them dry of thelife-blood, then cruely breaks them in twain. Many of his satellites have sought to emulate him, buthave been unable to secure his methods, as he alwaysoperates in dark places, in plant-ridden sun parlors, orunder the dark shadows of the lilacs. Only the moans ofthe tortured slaves to his charms can be heard, as ourTurner twists and crushes their palpitating hearts. SHARPEN YDUR MOLARS ByATUSSCLttlTeOOft. THELEMEWHRUIMMJ CLOSED NIGHT AND DAY J Page Two hundred forty-five
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