Then do not get me wrong.

Sing out this little song,

"She asked an Irish cop

To make the traffic stop."

Then in my nether sphere.

I'll rise and give my cheer.   Grace Hall.

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By the way if anyone who reads this is interested in Grace Hall let me explain who she is. I'll do it anyway. Grace is a little girl of thirteen who has already had many articles in the papers. Her mother lived in New Jersey. But do not think that she is any relation to the better murderers of that state. She is a poetess of the first water, having already received many prizes, including the Pulitzer (She is an American), the Harvard Advocate Conference Prize, and fifty dollars from the Fleischman Company for the following

Every morning when I rise

I praise Fleischman's to the skies,

Later when I go to bed,

I thank it for my daily bread.

Of course this is not Grace at her best. That will come later. We hope to hear from Grace again. Thank you Grace.

In this big battle between Straton and Mather tonight I'm putting my money on Mather. I took his course. He may, naturally be disqualified for bringing rocks with him to sock this herbiverous dinosaur of the gay nineties. But I doubt that--Mather is fair even to igneous intrusions from New York's open spaces.'