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[By WHIM WHAM.] MACBETH; Thou canst not say I did it: never shake Thy gory locks at me. Once More the solemn Voice Of Mr L. Lefeaux Forbids me to rejoice, Ejaculating “Woe!" A Banker’s Shadow lies Athwart my thriftless Glee; presentiments arise Of future Penury, I tremble like Maqbeth When Banquo’a Ghost comes in iSo foully dope to Death), Confronted with my Sin. A Reckoning is requiredThat dark accusing Glance Tells me I have conspired To murder Sound FinanceI eat, I work, I earn, Nor dream that awful End— , Money enough to burn, But not a Cent to spend,. It may be Lam fated To find—will it be goon?— My Currency inflated Like any Kite Balloon; Yet I’ll refrain from rending My Garments, banish Gloom, With decent Calm descending The Spiral of my Doom!
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Press, Volume LXXXI, Issue 24547, 21 April 1945, Page 6
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