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THE PESSIMIST.

THE PESSIMIST. 559.2 With Jaundiced eye he looks around And everything is wrong; A minor strain by him is found In every little song, And every rose that blooms at morn For him holds nothing but a thorn. He sees no guerdon in the rain,…

An Inspection Tour.

An Inspection Tour. 261.10 I saw them kill a beet or two. It was a painful sight. The ma man who killed them not at all poitte. was so rude and He did not bow or scrape at all, which seemed to me so queer. Before he picked the hammer up and…