When the mate looked in the fo’c’sle. I said: “Mister, go away.”
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Fascinated by the spell of the Smokehouse Poetry, and having sailed the seven seas and visited most every place East and West of Suez, including Hoboken, N. J., we wished to show the doubting Gus that we also could string together that line of verse. Hence the above. When we got to the fourth line, however, we grew tired and finished it up.
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Gus writes us that he went to St. Paul the other day. He met a girl and they went into a movie. He says she sat there with her arm around his waist, and after she’d said good-bye he found it had been in his pocket as well.
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’Tis better to have loved and lost when you read of some of the mean things they say in the divorce court.
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“Now while you were at college, my son,