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O Mr. Strausmann you'll look this way
And become a pie-face some fine day
From eating those pies at Don's cafe.
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This is for "Billy," of journalist fame,
"Who writes her roasts in words of flamo
And gives it to everyone just the samo.
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LINCOLN HOTEL
THURSDAY FEBRUMi4.
ciaSS pfe.-gErH
Wo are sorry you got mad,
Mr. Abbott.
We are very, very sad,
Mr. Abbott.
But just tako this little card,
Your good name will not bo marred,
And bo present at the Prom,
Mr. Abbott.
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HLS PARIAN CO .
OLD AQE Uot
Wo do uot wonder that you're dead,
Such a lifoless thing as you have been.
You'll not be mourned except by those
Who for a dollar were taken in.
And now you're gone may you rest in peaco
And come no more your victims to fleece.
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And then well, yes wo all know who
This is, tho man we all go to
When any trouble begins to brow.
We hope he will got that old bill through
He has worked hard onough to got through two.
This is Polly, tho dear little boy,
Whose face is plastered with chunks of joy,
He's just about right, but a little too coy.
To H. E. Newbranoh and
; Two hearts that beat as one."
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