Allerlei . pie. Write me anote. Ann. Matron of anorphan asylum. Blanche L. Kelley PresidentKelley. With a strike. Fickleness. More strikes. Great Hen! Beingconspicuous. An old maid. Ethel D. Loud Loud E. In Jos room. Kittenishdisposition. Common sense. Wont thatbe nice. Jo. Kindergartenteacher. Kate S. Pennell Kit. Practising. Evenness oftemper. Nothing much. I reckon. Newspapermen. A star atKeiths. Florence A. Ray Floss. In 25. Commandingdisposition. A strike. Girls! Herself. Commander-in-chief of an army Cara A. Sawin Cara. Reading theletter. Smoothness. Something torave over. How perfectlyf
Allerlei . pie. Write me anote. Ann. Matron of anorphan asylum. Blanche L. Kelley PresidentKelley. With a strike. Fickleness. More strikes. Great Hen! Beingconspicuous. An old maid. Ethel D. Loud Loud E. In Jos room. Kittenishdisposition. Common sense. Wont thatbe nice. Jo. Kindergartenteacher. Kate S. Pennell Kit. Practising. Evenness oftemper. Nothing much. I reckon. Newspapermen. A star atKeiths. Florence A. Ray Floss. In 25. Commandingdisposition. A strike. Girls! Herself. Commander-in-chief of an army Cara A. Sawin Cara. Reading theletter. Smoothness. Something torave over. How perfectlyfine. 50 Grays. Anything shewants to. Margie M. Schuberth . . Marge. Bumming. Fiery temper. Weight. Odear. Life in general. Train caller inB. & A. station. Julia Tulleys Jule. Where she ismost needed. Stability. Vanity. W-e-1-1. No one. A sister ofcharity. Ella W. Wilson Eli. Answeringproposals. Falling in love. A fellow to getstruck on. You makeme tired. Africa (!). An Africanmissionary. * To Jonah. W. |HE Editors of the Allerlei, — worn out by storm and strife,In the vain endeavor to persuade the Faculty to likeWhatever they might choose to place within this wondrous book,Betook themselves, one lovely eve, to a cool and shady nook. So full of interest were they in talking oer their woe,That most before they knew it, the sun was sinking , then they stood in terror for they were far from home,And in the coming darkness knew not which way to roam. And while they thought and pondered on what they d better do,From out the lonely thicket a raven by them flew,And close behind the raven, in many a tattered rag,Came limping, halting, mumbling, a bent and withered hag. Who comes within my sacred haunts? she cried in shrillest tones;My raven, oh, my raven, oh, where is he? she raven just has passed us, said they in quivering fright;(t Can you tell us where the path is, in all this dark and night? (86) A dreadful storm is coming, you d best come to my tent, Then mumbled
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