NOCTURNE.
"THE SCARECROW." In the midst of a field a proud vagabond stood, And stretched both his arms td heaven ; He spoke little ill, and : he spoke ' little good, And he worked every day of the seven. What mattered the holes in his tatter'd old tweeds? (His hat was the merest sensation). He was mounted on guard over thousands of seeds, And felt he was lord of Creation 1 Found Dy "CHRISTOPHER ROBIX" (11). Brooklyn.
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Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 16, 18 July 1936, Page 20
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75NOCTURNE. Evening Post, Volume CXXII, Issue 16, 18 July 1936, Page 20
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