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 Good Hedgethorn, they all have futures, All these people. Old Popkoff Will dine next week with Mrs. Basil, Will meet a duchess and an ex-diplomat's widow From Weehawken—who has never known Any but "Majesties " and Italian nobles.

Euhenia will have a fonda in Orbajosa. The amorous nerves will give way to digestive; "Delight thy soul in fatness," saith the preacher. We can't preserve the elusive "mica salis," It may last well in these dark northern climates, Nell Gwynn's still here, despite the reformation, And Edward's mistresses still light the stage, A glamour of classic youth in their deportment. The prudent whore is not without her future, Her bourgeois dulness is deferred. Her present dulness

Oh well, her present dulness

Now in Venice, 'Storante al Giardino, I went early, Saw the performers come: him, her, the baby, A quiet and respectable-tawdry trio; An hour later: a show of calves and spangles,

"Un e due fanno tre," Night after night, No change, no change of program, "Chè! La donna è mobile."