He aifca in bis chair the whole day long, Apd with hj3 scissors, sharp and strong, He cuts each quivering, helpless sheet, And throws it down beneath his feet. He sits and reads, and reads and sits, He slashes papers into bits; From the obaff he sifts the golden grain And serves it out to the world again. He hnips and clips and pastes with care, Mo Bathe kean or pathos rare That moves to mirth cr melts to tears Escapes his all-devouring shearr. And so he works, day after day, In bis remorseless, catting way, Without one sympathetic quiver He cuts and slashes or for ever. —Exchange.
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Evening Star, Issue 8718, 9 January 1892, Page 2 (Supplement)
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108Page 2 Advertisements Column 1 Evening Star, Issue 8718, 9 January 1892, Page 2 (Supplement)
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