Confessions of a caricaturist . ? ?— —J Theodore Roosevelt The ways of Providence are odd. If Theodore means The Gift of God, Let us give thanks, at any rate, The Gift vv^as not a duphcate. tJH«^-^.«^jv-j«.M:*»^,w-J«v&««jr»i%aW^^ T*rn,^i»»mr>tm. L w»iir>«mir»iM-iTHilr—m ni r trarrmii ~ Rudyard Kipling I seem to see a Shining One, With eyes that gleam, now fierce, now tender. Through Goggles that reflect the Sun * With more than Oriental Splendor ; I see him sitting on a chest Heavy with padlocks, bolts, and cording, Where Untold Treasures hidden rest, Treasures of Untold

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Confessions of a caricaturist . ? ?— —J Theodore Roosevelt The ways of Providence are odd. If Theodore means The Gift of God, Let us give thanks, at any rate, The Gift vv^as not a duphcate. tJH«^-^.«^jv-j«.M:*»^,w-J«v&««jr»i%aW^^ T*rn,^i»»mr>tm. L w»iir>«mir»iM-iTHilr—m ni r trarrmii ~ Rudyard Kipling I seem to see a Shining One, With eyes that gleam, now fierce, now tender. Through Goggles that reflect the Sun * With more than Oriental Splendor ; I see him sitting on a chest Heavy with padlocks, bolts, and cording, Where Untold Treasures hidden rest, Treasures of Untold Yarns hes hoarding. Oh, Rudyard, please unlock that chest! With hope deferred were growing hoary; Or was it all an empty jest Your saying, Thats another story} 10

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