Ah! Lady with the fallen arches

Who gayly launders, daily starches

My shirts, and wherewithal and collars

And takes my little dimes and dollars.

God to you his own kindness send,

That you may mend, that you may mend,

And that your irons be not gluttons,

Devouring my finest buttons. B. V. D.

Does anyone know where this Parmalee College is that Red Grange goes to in "One Minute to Play"? I don't play football. But then Claxton hasn't been having such good teams recently. And I can walk beneath the trees with the girl friend almost as well as Grange. Of course he has played around with ice and knows how to treat that when it appears. Yet I can build a very good bonfire, and I like to talk to presidents, especially when they chew tobacco. That makes for community of interest. If anyone finds out where Parmalee is, will he or she please let me know? I'm tired.

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Some day when I am gone,

And there's no trace

Of what I was

Upon the face

Of the earth.