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ISSUE:  Autumn 1928

Life is no gentleman—
Life is a lout
Who boasteth and burneth,
Who turneth, returneth
About and about.
Death is a gentleman—
Generous Death
Forgetteth our errors,
Calmeth our terrors,
Comf orteth!


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