ZELMA JONES.
"'From every blush that kindles in
thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and
graces spring
To revel in the roses."
WILLARD CANFIELD.
"His pencil was striking, resistless
and grand;
His manners were gentle, compelling
and bland;
Still...
To Martha, When She and Rass Quit
I saw them oft before
As they passed by the door,
And again,
Their merry tones resound
As they wander all around
Through the lane.
They say that in their prime
They were together all the time~
Put it down.
Not a...
STUDENT LIFE
Three of a different kind.
Laughing Wilma.
Pals—Worth and Robert.
Just to fill this space.
Look at 'em blush.
Sampson or Simpson or
sompin.
Did Phyllis ever tell you
about her operation?
Stuff and things—eh what,
Lucille?
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