Mizpah . One Hundred Thirteen. 1 I I 1 ] I t m 11 One Hundred Fourteen Q JBttatt ^tntt in ^i&ion I stepped into Briants parlor, Three black-eyed kids I looked tired and weary. Brys off to band, she sighed. In a little shabby kitchen, Mid a dozen toey heads,Who is there but Lottie. This is real life, she said. Theres a mansion grand and tall. What a banker csJls his a cheerless hearth of stone. Sits our Melvin with a phone. On a little country corner. In a granary of a store,I peeped behind the counter, Saw Clarence J. and peanuts 3 or 4 I thot to see a minstrel. So took a s
Mizpah . One Hundred Thirteen. 1 I I 1 ] I t m 11 One Hundred Fourteen Q JBttatt ^tntt in ^i&ion I stepped into Briants parlor, Three black-eyed kids I looked tired and weary. Brys off to band, she sighed. In a little shabby kitchen, Mid a dozen toey heads,Who is there but Lottie. This is real life, she said. Theres a mansion grand and tall. What a banker csJls his a cheerless hearth of stone. Sits our Melvin with a phone. On a little country corner. In a granary of a store,I peeped behind the counter, Saw Clarence J. and peanuts 3 or 4 I thot to see a minstrel. So took a seat on front there thumping the old piano With her head askew—Miss Roylance I know. One Hundred Fifteen As I took the elevator to my room,Which was located on the ninth floor. Hellow old classmate, from Earl Greenhalgh,Working the buttons inside the door. Would you think Lucile a nurse? Thats what seems to puzzle least shell have the training, And, if perseverance counts, an M. D. Vern, the great and famous
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