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The Student
Urban LifeThe Student.
96.5
Gliding down from Bangor, On a
Puilman train,
Afte In the woods of Maine,
Quite extensive whiskers,
Light mustache as well,
Eits a college student,
Tail and silm and swell.
Thro a pleasant village
Peacefully they gilde,
Empty…
The Telegram
Urban LifeThe Telegram.
96.6
I.
"Is this the telegraph office?"
Asked a childish voice one day,
As I noticed the click of my instrument
With a message from far away.
As it commed I turned. At my elbow
Stood the merriest scrap of a boy,
Whose childish…