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THE MISSING.

Where are my fishing togs of gTey ? My pink pyjamas of flannelette? My evening waistcoat decollete? The golfing cap that w-as my pet? My motor ooat of cravenette? • ■ My newest ties, and smartest stocks? ■: No information can I get Since mother packed tho Red Cross box. Old records, too, have gone astray. I muse with tentative regret On favourites I loved,to play, lake "Pinafore" and "Olivette," "Aida" and' .the dear "Sextette," With ragtime airs less orthodox. I've sought, but haven't found them yet Since mother packed the Red Cross box. My combs and brushes—where are they? . My dental.cream and shaving set? I ye hunted vainly, day by day, My pipes, a dearly loved quartette; I cannot find -a cigarette, ' My sneakers'or my pmple socks; - My Panama I've never met Since mother packed' the Red Cross box. 'Xt '-n-' ,•* —Corinne. Rockwell Swain. N.Y. Life. ■ . ■

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Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 78, 28 September 1918, Page 16

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THE MISSING. Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 78, 28 September 1918, Page 16

THE MISSING. Evening Post, Volume XCVI, Issue 78, 28 September 1918, Page 16