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"Wanted, Gentlewoman a few days old." _The Lady_.
This is much prettier than "Baby taken from birth."
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[Illustration: "AND LOOK HERE, FRITZ--]
[Illustration: --WHATEVER HAPPENS--]
[Illustration: --SEE YOU KEEP--]
[Illustration: --THEM HANDS OF YOURS--]
[Illustration: --WELL ABOVE--]
[Illustration: --YOUR BLINKIN' HEAD."]
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A SONG OF THE WOODLAND ELVES.
We hear the ruthless axes; we watch our rafters fall;
The seawind blows unhindered where stood our banquet-hall;
Our grassy rings are trampled, our leafy tents are torn--
Yet more would we, and gladly, to help the English-born.
For, leafy-crowned or frosted, the English oaks are ours;
The beeches are our playrooms, the elms our outlook towers;
And we were forest rangers before these woods had name,
And we were elves in England before the Romans came.
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