THE LOST CHORD
ImOUUT WfMTTW) fOB TR» »»■■■,) [By WHJM-WHAM.] There’s Nothing funny in the News That I could choose This Week: My Situation, I admit, Is not a Bit Unique. But do not think I am possessed With bitterest Dismay* My Comfort ig in simple Things That Fortune brings My Way. When Skies are very far from clear And People fear The Worst* A Man must put himself to School At keeping cool, Or burst.
« is a wemeoy, i nno, When much inclined To broodi To think of Jobs I have to do, The Garden too, And Food. Another Week may end this Dearth Of Cause for Mirth—- * Who knows ? And though you may despise this Verse, It would look worse In Prose.
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Press, Volume LXXV, Issue 22823, 23 September 1939, Page 17
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123THE LOST CHORD Press, Volume LXXV, Issue 22823, 23 September 1939, Page 17
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