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BARGAINS in babies! Only three
Assorted sizes'. All girls.
And there were seven of them on
hand only a few days before. Going!
Going! Last chance to get prime spring
babies, all girls—
But when this suggestion was made
yesterday, at the Women's Christian
Home, 480 North street, the matron
"I wish it was; indeed I do. But
I'm very much afraid it is not the last
chance for a little mother to give her
baby away because—because she has
to. There are always too many babies
to give away, and perhaps there al
ways will be."
One of the four babies taken lately
from the home was adopted by a mid
dle-aged couple, who had lost their
own two children. The man and his
wife live on a big farm in Western
Minnesota. They first visited the home
some weeks ago. It was then, before
'their" baby was born, that they met
its mother. After they had talked with
her they told the matron:
"If she wants to give the dear thing
away, just tell her we'll take it. O,
we feel sure it will suit us." And it
Another of the four was adopted by
ii North Dakota couple, but not with
out much formality. The state of
Minnesota values its babies even when
they are given away. She does not
want to lose them recklessly. She is
jealous of any other state that would
endeavor to substitute the Minnesota
baby for its own inferior product.
Hence the mother of the child in ques
tion was forced to explain to the dis
trict court f> in a long affidavit, why
Bhe was unable to retain and support
the child, and why she believed it
would be best cared for in North Da
Her Bargain Pleased Her
The foster mother was delighted
with her "bargain." It would be the
"best one in our town," she said to the
matron. None of her friends succeed
ed in finding "anything half so sweet."
"You see," she explained to The
Globe yesterday, having called at the
home to make final arrangements, "it's
a regular craze in B to adopt
babies. About eight or ten young
couples, friends of ours, who used to
say that children were a nuisance,
suddenly decided last year that they
would each adopt a baby. I don't
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TIRZA, the automatic fortune tell
ing lady who discloses the fu
ture for a penny, stiffly saluted,
turned laboriously and selected a tiny
paper tablet, thrust it with a bored
air into the lip of the glass cage she
occupies, saluted again and then re
sumed her pensive contemplation of
the blue waters that lapped the shore
just outside the Wildwood pavilion.
The small girl with the flaxen pig tails
■vvho had followed the automatic lady's
leisurely movements with absorbed at
tention grasped the tiny tablet and
breathlessly read aloud the few print
ed lines on one side. "You will marry
a tall lady with blonde hair and be
perfectly happy," was the massage the
bored Tirza had sent.
"How horrid," exclaimed the flaxen
haired girl, indignantly. "I just wish
I had my penny back!"
"Try the elephont," .suggested one of
the small boys, consolingly, and the
crowd of young picnickers trooped over
to another glass cage in which sat a
plump miniature elephant holding in
his hands a battered looking volume.
"Place your penny in the groove, press
down the lever at the side and watch
the book," read the directions which
one of the picnickers spelt out. The
penny was deposited, there was a
breathless moment of suspense and
then the book of fate slowly opened.
"You have a rival; she is dark. Be
ware!" was the message the flaxen
haired girl read.
She wasn't more than ten but she
looked nattered. "I'm going to get an
other fortune," she said with reckless
enthusiasm, and another penny went
Harry Hollister After Eight
Years of Husks Goes Back
to Millionaire Father
—From the pampered son of a million-
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know whether it was due to Presi
dent Roosevelt's opinions or what. But
first one woman adopted a child,
brought it back to town, and began to
boast of her success. She pointed out
what a fine, healthy baby it was, and
how she had "looked at' several other
pretty ones that the physician didn't
think were quite so strong. 'I'd always
been anxious," she said, 'with either
of those; but this one, he assured me,
was simply perfect.'
"Really, her friends got jealous.
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They Were at the Woman's Christian Home a Few Days Ago, but Have Been Adopted by Childless Couples
That another friend of mine had gone
to Fargo; she had learned of a beau
tiful baby down there. And, sure
enough, she brought it back with her,
and everybody said she'd done better
than the first woman. There got to
be so much talk about what a comfort
it was to have a child in the home that
our pastor even preached a sermon on
'The Blessing of Children.'
Discussed Babies' Points
"The adopted babies turned out to
be genuine comforts. Then several
more women decided that they couldn't
do without one. My friends would
into the groove that so exactly fitted
it. Alas! Like the party it represents,
the plump animal in this last message
took refuge in glittering generalities.
"Do justice to yourself and make the
best of life; you are fitted to enjoy
perfect happiness," was the guarded
message the opened book disclosed.
The Katzenjammer Castle
"Let's," said the flaxen haired girl,
in deep disgust; "let's go through the
Katzenjammer Castle," and obediently
the other children followed their leader
out of the pavilion. For the attrac
tions of Wildw rood are many and va
ried and those whom the unreliable
Tirza and the swindling elephant disap
point forget their disillusionment when
they walk with bated breath through
the dark labyrinth of the Katzenjam
mer Castle or view their distorted re
flections in the magic mirror booth or
ride around the roller coaster machine.
Nearly every Stillwater or Wildwood
car that swings around the corner of
Fifth and Wabasha these days would,
if the street car company appreciated
the ethics of the situation, display
a "Standing Room Only" sign, for the
unwary passenger who gets aboard at
Robert or further down is pretty apt
to find every seat pre-empted. The
season of picnics has opened and the
summer girl who is influenced In her
choice of amusements by the calendar
and not by the vagaries of the weather
man selects by preference the Wildwood
trolley route to summerland. And
where the summer girl goes naturally
the summer man goes, too.
It's a happy season for everybody
except the motormen and the conduc-
aire's household to a humble pin boy
on a bowling alley was the way that
Harry Hollister went, and now, after
eight years of wandering, he is going
back to his home of luxury, there to
remain and. settle down to business
with his father—that is if Pere Hollis
ter will agree to it.
'Anyway, Harry Hollister, who has
been serving soda to hundreds of peo
ple from the fountain at Robinson's
drug store, is going home. He has tired
of the life he started out on and has
decided to renew the surroundings of
his youth. And, besides, the young
man's mother wishes him to return
home. He has heard her pleadings for
years and will now respond to them.
He goes to Cripple Creek today,
where he will visit for a short time and
then will leave f«- his home in Wis-
talk up their plans and get us all in
terested. Some of them even went
in for studying physiognomy and phre
nology, and then we all talked over
the different points that would show
whether a child is sure to be bright
and lovable and all that. And when
ever another baby was adopted the
foster mothers of the older ones, I'm
sorry to say, got ever so critical. They
pointed out one defect after another
according to the books; but they were
usually kind enough to admit, 'Well,
it does look like a good, healthy child;
and you know there's everything in
"The newest mother would answer
right back and show the others where
she had avoided the mistakes they had
made. But there was no disputing the
fact that all of these adopted babies
were healthy and pretty, whatever
their 'bumps' might be. Indeed, the
'incubator kids,' as the husbands call
them in fun, actually average up bet
ter than the other babies around our
town. So the fashion is more popular
now than ever.
"And the foster mothers aren't a bit
backwards about introducing 'our
tors, who are forced to lead strenuous
lives, but, as one o/ them remarked
the other day, after he had retired,
worsted, from an argument with a
lady in regard to the age of the sur
prisingly well grown six-yeaf-old who
accompanied her, "It doesn't last more
than three months at the most, so we're
able to live through it."
Wildwood is the Coney Island of St.
Paul, but it differs from the great
New York summer attraction resort in
something more than size, for it is not
sought by one class of people only.
It is popular, but popularity has not
vulgarized it, chiefly, perhaps, because
this city does not possess enough of
the class that could do so. Its most
loyal patrons, however, are the chil
dren. Here private schools and Sun
day schools hold their picnics and
"most int'mit" friends enjoy together
the awful pleasure of a ride down the
toboggan slide with its plunge into the
cool waters of the lake, or the thrilling
walk through the castle labyrinth
where the unexpected Is always hap
pening. They shriek in unison over
the grotesque figures in the magic
mirror or share crackerjack in a se
cluded nook eminently suited to the
exchange of profound secrets.
The Coney Island of St. Paul
The late afternoon cars that carry
happy but weary children home re
turn with a load of shirt waisted, duck
skirted young women and their escorts,
who prefer that such pleasures as
Wildwood affords shall be enhanced
by the moon's light, or, at least, by
starlight, and delay their coming,
therefore, until evening. Dellwood,
consin. The young man's father is A.
H. Hollister, a millionaire drug manu
facturer of Madison, Wis., and one of
the prominent residents of that city.
In connection with his medical concern
he is also president of the Capital City
bank and the Northwestern Building
and Loan association.
The story of Harry Hollister is that
of a youth who ran away from a good
home and threw himself upon the
world. He graduated from St. John's
academy with honors, and entered the
University of Wisconsin. It was his in
tention that he should finish the medi
cal course at that institution and then
complete his studies at the New York
Medical college. But it was at this time
that the young man decided to run
During his long absence from home
adopted little dear.' You'd suppose
they were rather proud of having over
looked Providence.
Promise of Greek -Features
"Why, one of my friends said, when
she brought back a little girl from Bis
marck, 'Isn't she simply ideal! Ex
actly what I wanted! You see, she has
dark eyes, and shell have blonde hair,
they say, when there's more of it. Only
think of the contrast! She's that per
fect Greek chin that I adore. My own
is so frightened-like, and Robert's is—
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well, you ought to see him without a
beard. Her nose is going to be Greek,
too, I think. It's hardly started yet.'
"And you know I always wanted a
girl. They told me at Bismarck I'd
be better pleased with one of the boys;
they had a bigger variety In that line.
But I wouldn't look at them. 'If you've
got any girls,' I said, 'please show
them; I came to look at girls.'
The speaker was moved by this suc
cession of triumphs. Adoption pre
sented new charms after the friend
with the Greek prodigy declared that
she never before had believed she
would be so entirely satisfied.
Mahtomedi, White Bear —every summer
resort on the shores of the long lake —
sends its quota of young people and
old folk. They come across ttte water
or by street car, a light hearted, joy
ous summer crowd, to enjoy the danc
ing, the bowling and the other amuse
ments of the Saintly City's Coney Isl
Ponies at Como
"Tomorrow," said the flaxen haired
girl, whose faith in automatic fortune
telling machines had been upset by
the revelations made in the Wildwood
pavilion, "tomorrow we're going to
Como." With the rest of her picnic
party she had boarded the five o'clock
car that was whirling her rapidly back
to the city, and she imparted her in
formation to a girl in pink who was
evidently her dearest chum.
"Pooh!" retorted chum, crushingly;
"Como ain't no fun. I'm going down
on Harriet Island."
"We are going to ride the ponies,"
continued the flaxen haired one, undis
turbed. "Are there," innocently, "po
nies down on Harriet island?"
"No-o, but there's bears and rabbits
and snakes and eagles and heaps of
wild animals, and they let you feed
them and its piles of fun," said the
pink clad friend, "and my father
says," impressively, "it's the very best
place for children."
"Well, we've been there heaps of
times," retorted Miss Flaxen Hair with
a blase air, "and you can have just as
much fun at Como."
Since the ponies became one of the
attractions at Como, many other chil
dren besides Miss Flaxen Hair consid-
since 1896, Harry Hollister has had
many letters from his mother asking
him to return, but her entreaties were
always without avail.
Later, however, he has changed his
mind and will start for Madison within
the next few days. When he arrives
there he expects to travel for the Hol
lister Drug company, of which his
father is founder and sole owner. His
wanderings over the country have ex
tended from coast to coast, taking in
nearly every state in the Union and all
the provinces of Mexico.
Written in Sevens
The phenomena of the figure 7 and
its multiples, occurring in the New
Testament, have been touched upon by
Ivan Panin, a Russian student of the
Bible, who for a number of years has
made his home at Grafton, Mass. This
significance of the "seven" group will
not be lost even upon the superstitious
who are outside the pale of Scriptural
points, and, as Mr. Panin has shown
them, their relations of their groupings
to the first eleven verses of the New
Testament must suggest that they were
scarcely chance.
For instance, in these first 11 verses
of Matthew, the vocabulary consists of
49 words, or seven sevens; of these
words there are 28, or four sevens,
which begin with vowels, and 21, or
three sevens, which begin with con
"This distribution by sevens between
vowel words and consonant words just
ly might have been deemed accidental
but for the fact that of the 49 words
42 of them are nouns —six sevens —and
seven are not nouns," is the comment
of the writer. "Of the 42 nouns there
are 35 proper nouns, or five sevens,
while seven are common nouns. Of
the 35 proper names four sevens are
male ancestors of Jesus and seven are
not such. Not only then is the distri
bution of the 49 words of the vocabu
lary by sevens as between vowel words
and consonant words but also as be
tween the parts of speech."
As a further and absolute proof that
these phenomena of the sevens are not
accidental Mr. Panin points out that
the 49 words of the vocabulary show 14
words that are not used but once, while
35 of them, as five sevens, are used
more than once. His conclusions after
an exhaustive arrangement of the
"seven" features are that "not even the
choicfe of languages in which the Scrip
tures were written was made without
marked numerical design at the thresh
old of the subject"—Chicago Tribune.
"And now," said yesterday the visitor
to St. Paul, "I've gone and done the
same thing myself. And I'm not
afraid, either, to take my choice back
home. My little Fannie will make the
ninth adopted child in our town, and,
I think, the very finest."
This claim could not be examined
yesterday; the baby had already been
removed from the Christian home. But
a photograph had been taken for its
own mother. "Whatever happens," she
said, "I can keep the picture." The
portrait is reproduced herewith.
"But you mustn't think," said Mrs.
L. R. Sheldon, the matron, "that we
give away all our babies. No, indeed;
nor half of them. Most of the young
mothers here prefer to keep their lit
tle ones, and they do if it's at all pos
sible. Now, one of the four babies
we had lately, came near being given
away. It was a blonde., and the only
blonde in the house. A couple came
in here looking for a child, but they
both had light hair and eyes and they
hardly wanted to accept one of our
dark-eyed little girls. They saw
Edith's baby, with the big, blue eyes;
and, positively, they were willing to
promise anything to get it. Edith had
been here six months and it was time
er that the great park has been greatly
improved, and if Wildwood is the first
choice of the picknickers, Como is un
doubtedly the second. The beauties of
trees and shrubbery and flowers that
may not be picked do not, perhaps, ap
peal to all of them, but the ponies that
are placed there for their own especial
delight possess a value unsurpassed by
anything the other parks and pleasure
resorts about the city have to offer.
"It's the most fun in the world," ex
claimed a brown-eyed tot extravagant
ly the other morning as she reluctantly
allowed herself to be lifted off the back
of a plump and sedate looking pony.
"You think you're going to fall off and
get killed every minute, and it's love
If some local Kipling could get the
ponies to talk and express their views,
the interview would doubtless make in
teresting reading, for these park ponies
see human nature in many phases, and
some of them surely are philosophers.
But they trot around in silence, re
gardless alike of the small girls'
screams of delight and the small boys'
commanding orders.
Babies in the Park
"Pitty f'ower, pitty Tower," mur
mured a baby esctatically the other
morning as it clutched confidingly the
trowser leg of a tall policeman. The
stern guardian of the park deliberately
leaned over, picked a full blown pink
peony and placed it in the baby's
chubby hand.
"Where did you come from?" he
asked severely, for apparently the baby
was pursuing its own sweet course
through the park.
"Goo, goo," it gurgled back indiffer-
Seedy Person and Confederate
Easily Separate Noontime
Crowd From $40
NEW YORK, June 25.—Maybe he
had a tip that the "lid was off" in the
Tenderloin,, or, perhaps, he only need
ed the money. Anyway, he looked it,
and he got it —$40 at least —from a
Broadway noontime crowd yesterday
with three little shells and a disap
pearing ball. He worked for fifteen
minutes on the Broadway's edge at
Twenty-seventh street. Hundreds of
persons, and perhaps a policeman, who
saw the knot of men about him decided
that it was only a peddler selling collar
buttons to men who did not want col
lar buttons.
His clothing was seedy and his straw
hat had seen last season, but no one
noticed that when he opened his closely
buttoned coat and a little shelf dropped
down and hung straight out in front of
his vest pockets. It was covered with
green cloth, and when he began with,
"Gentlemen, I have here," everybody
expected the collar buttons.
"A very interesting little game."
Then they looked interested, and some
who were going on decided to stay a
minute longer.
Out came the three little half wal
nut shells and the small ball. "Can you
guess under which shell the little ball
is? Take a try; it don't cost anything."
No one tried until an untidy looking
person guessed wrong. Others who
knew where the ball really was cor
rected him. Then they guessed for
themselves the next time and they all
guessed right again.
The untidy one seemed annoyed and
offered to bet $1 that he could guess
right. His bet was taken and he won.
Then he bet the $2 and he won again.
He bet $2 again and named the shell.
The player did not lift it at once and
two or three men offered to bet that
for her to go away. She was trying
to get some work to do. But she was
a farmer's daughter and she could do
nothing but housewoiK; and, of course,
a housemaid can't very easily take a
child with her or even pay for its sup
"Edith told the couple to wait. If
she didn't hear of any place within
three days where she could go and
keep her baby, they might have it. But
she must keep it just a little while
"Next day—what do you suppose?
Why, we got a letter from a widower
with one child on a nice farm. He
said, 'Send me a housekeeper that has
lived on a farm and is fond of chil
dren. If she has one of her*>own, so
much the better.' You should have
seen Edith when I handed her that let
ter. It was better than Christmas.
And that couple took a black-eyed
Women Adept at Matching Babies
"They weren't very well satisfied,
though. People like babies to match. .
But some women can do wonders, you
know, when it comes to matching.
"For instance: Last winter I had a
call from a young lady living in Minne
apolis. She_said that she, and espe
cially her husband, were awfully fond
of children. After they'd been married
five years she wanted to adopt one, but
her husband objected; said he could
never think of such a child as their
own. She explained to me then that
she had waited a year, and he still
stuck to his opinion. So she wanted
to look at the babies we had on hand.
"She was short, round-faced, and
rather blonde, and I supposed she'd
pick out a blue-eyed girl—of course, It
was a girl they wanted. But she
didn't. She selected our prettiest baby.
Its mother was tall, slender, about
eighteen years old, with deep brown
Italian eyes and oval face. The Minne
apolis woman said she'd adopt the
pretty baby.
"Then she told me: I've been off
visiting my mother for several months,
and she thinks I ought to adopt a
child; but she doesn't want me to tell
my husband that I've done it. Perhaps
I will and perhaps—at any rate, I don't
see how he could refuse to love those
big brown eyes.
"She took the child away. This
spring I was visiting in Minneapolis
and I heard that her husband was de
lighted. He has light eyes himself and
sandy hair, and he's not over tall. But
when a friend of mine, who knew the
secret, got acquainted with the family
and told him the child looked just like
ently. The park policeman looked per
plexed, but just then an indignant
nursemaid hurried down the path,
caught the baby up in her arms and
disappeared with it around the bend in
the path.
"Bless its heart, I wish we had only
babies to deal with," said the big po
liceman. "It's a famous place for them
here in the morning, and I suppose
that's why so many of the nurses and
the mothers bring them out."
Although Como is a show place rath
er than an amusement place, many are
content with the summer they find
here, and go no further away in search
of it. Picnic parties from both cities
come out in large numbers, spending 1
either the morning, the entire day, or
the day and evening in the park, and
finding sufficient enjoyment from a
contemplation of its loveliness.
Wildwood is some distance away
from the city, Como necessitates a
street car ride; but Harriet island, in
the heart of the city, permits the poor
est to sample really, truly summer —
summer away from the pavements and
the city's heat.
Harriet Island the Place
It is this nearness of it that makes
the island so valuable to the city. To
spend a day and an evening there is to
come away convinced that it is a peo
ple's park in the truest sense of the
word. Especially is it a boy's para
dise, and scores of them are to be
found down there every day bobbing
about in the water, watching the ani
mals or playing boyish games. After
business hours the little news mer
chants and the bootblacks go down for
a swim, and many of them get their
supper at the refreshment stand, which
offers for sale wholesome food at very
low prices.
the ball was under another shell. They
won, two of them each $1 and one $5.
The untidy person retired then —he was
not needed any longer—and took sta
tion on the outskirts of the crowd.
They all began to bet, and when the
stakes were small they won. When
there was much money in sight they
lost. The player was about $40 ahead
of the game and his customers had
began to show shyness when from the
picket line the untidy one hoarsely
"Cheese it! The cop!" Then the lit
tle shelf went up against the seedy
Coach Excursion
to the World's Fair
Here is the opportunity you have been waiting for.
June 27 the Rock Island System will sell round-trip
tickets to St. Louis at considerably less than the one-way
rate —only $13.00 from St. Paul.
Return limit, seven days. Tickets are good for first-
class passage, but will not be honored in sleeping cars.
On and after June 27th trains for St. Louis will leave
St. Paul 9:45 a. m. and 8:05 p. m., arriving St. Louis 6:59
a. m. and 2:15 p. m. Compare distance and time with oth
er lines. No change of cars.
Full information on request.
'j^pffl^Tljjy' F. W. SAINT, City Pass. Agent,
ffl&^lM(nlilflk Sixth and Robert Streets, St. Paul.
him, he simply looked pleased and re
marked, 'Yes, that's what everybody
Girls Are Preferred
"I don't know exactly why people
prefer to take girls instead of boys.
You might think it is because girls
have better dispositions than boys, so
that, if there was any bad blood in the
family, it might not cause the new
parents so much trouble. But that is
hardly the case. We always inquire
carefully into the parentage of our ba
bies. Most of the mothers, as we know,
are fine, lovable girls, who have come
to us directly from the country. They
may be inexperienced and overtrust
ing, but that is surely not a sign of an
evil disposition.
"I guess everybody takes girls be
cause they know that Minnesota girls
are the best in the world, while boys
are only boys, even in the North Star
"We like the babies to be at least a
month old before they are adopted. Yet
by that time their mothers are won
derfully attached to them. There was
Jennie, who is working out now. Her
little boy—boys are taken sometimes,
of course—was adopted by a couple
out on Summit avenue who are well
to-do and have their carriage. Now,
we never tell a real mother exactly
where her child goes; that would only
worry both mothers. But Jennie had
the comfort of knowing that her boy
has been adopted by a prosperous St.
Paul woman who used to drive out
with him in her carriage. So for
months afterwards, Jennie told me, sha
used to steal away from her work
whenever she could and stand on Sixth
street, watching the carriages come
down the hill. 'I hoped I could see my
baby, 1 she said; 'If I could only see him
once I'd go up there a thousand times.' ■
"Then there was Millie. She was
seventeen. The people that took her
little girl didn't want to wait a month.
She gave it up—to make sure of its
having a nice home—rwhen it was ten
days old. That was only last month.
The people were to leave town soon
after 11 o'clock that night. All that
evening Millie wanted me to sit by her
bed and hold her hand. She said she
didn't miss her baby so much if I diJ
that. And when the clock struck 11
she watched the hands till the time for
the train to start. She had been
merely sobbing. But she screamed out
then and fainted. She was out of her
head all night."
"You bet this ain't no skin game: you
gets yer moneys worth every time,"
said one of them most emphatically
the other evening. He was seated on
a high stool drawn up close to the
lunch counter and in front of him there
w ras a tall glass filled with milk and
a generous piece of pie. He looked
brown and clean, for he had just come
in from a swim, and he seemed to
typify in his small person all the ad
vantages of Harriet island.
Next to the small boy, tired mothers
and babies from the west side of the
city and around the river flats most
gratefully seek summer here. There
are swings and sand for the babies,
and there is rest and shade for the
mothers, and as the summer advances
more and more of them seek the isl
There are many people in St. Paul
who journey every summer to the moun
tains or the seashore. Others go
abroad for the summer months or visit
some of the country's most famous
watering places. These, if they give
the matter a thought at all, doubt
less feel sorry for those who must
spend the season toiling in the city.
These people consider themselves es
pecially fortunate, and next to them,
of course, are the lake dwellers: that
is, the folk who pass the summer at
some of the neighboring lakes, either
in hotel, cottage or tent.
But all the stay-at-homes do not
envy these, for they know that a most
comfortable summer can be spent right
here in the city, since there are sum
mer diversions at its very door. Beau
tiful scenery, trees and parks compen
sate all who spend the summer in St.
Paul for what they may miss in the
way of change, and it is not surprising
that the number of stay-at-homes ia
increasing instead of diminishing.
one's vest and he disappeared, followed
by his . untidy confederate, but there
wasn't any "cop" in sight.
Great news from Borne, the tomista'
Where once great Cicero
Made wicked old man Cataline
Pack up his things and go.
The grafter has invaded Rome,
The people pay the freight.
E'en as they have to nearer horne —
Rome's getting up-to-date.
—Chicago Record-Herald.

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