O. HENRY-APOTHECARY.
Where once he measured camphor, glycerin, ' ;■ . . Cloves, aloes, potash, peppermint in bars, And all the oils and essences so keen That druggists keep in rows of stop-
pered jars— Now blender of strange drugs more vola-
' tile, . ' . .. , The master phaTmaoisfc of ]oy and pain Dispenses sadness tinctured with a 6mile •' And laughter that dissolves in tears again. ' " . 0 brave apothecary! You-who know What dirk and eoid doses life prefers, And yet with smiling face resolved to brew These sparkling potions for your customers—: Glowing with globes of red and purple glass . - Yout window gladdens travellers who 1 . pass. , ' —Christopher Motley.
Everybody's.
"I wonder who called women the 'gentler sex?'" "Someone who never jsww ihem. at a b*rs«ia sale, I'll yurraat,"
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Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 89, 14 April 1917, Page 16
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122O. HENRY-APOTHECARY. Evening Post, Volume XCIII, Issue 89, 14 April 1917, Page 16
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