Nevermore was Marget seen;
But when her lover sought the green
A Fairy Ring was all he found--
A Fairy Ring on the weeping ground;
And by the hedge a flower grew,
Long and slender, filled with dew,
Green and pointed, ribboned red;
And still you'll find them as I've said.
And Marget comes, so gossips say,
To wear her shoes on Midmas Day.

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=The Gladiatorial Spirit.=

"Crossbie would have done better to have shot himself, but he gave
the ball to his partner."--_Provincial Paper_.

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"MILK PRICES UP.
HIGHER CHARGE TO MEET THE COST OF PETROL."

_Daily Paper_.

We always thought it was water that they used.

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