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And so—the \])oet’s business is to mold, To think, to shape, to faney, to ereate;
To watcli the universe’s living’ ^’old Be woven, with tlie threads of Fate
Into the fahrie of a sehenie so vast Tliat it is Destiny. The Past
Unveils its splendor to his sight;
The Present is his ste\])ping-stone between
The Past and Fntnrei \])otent with the might Of God, eternal JMaster of the Scene.
Gertrude P. K^uvpp.
SmprotiatitUtics 1 —Jj.NIiss Hartrida'e saving' ''Ain’t/’
Miss \]\l. B. Wells forgetting a date.
3—JMiss \]\Ia\])elsden reading the comic sn\])\])lement. 4—jNliss Seward counting on her fingers.
Coult) |9ou 3magine===
1 — Grace Robinson with black liair?
2 —Gertrude Knap\]) with Mary Pickford curls? 3—(feraldine Beavers a nervous wreck?
4— Christine Clayhrook saying “out” as we do? 5—Elisabeth Brown afflicted with hashfnlness? 0—Adele Ue Eeeiiw weighing three Imndred \])oimds?
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