Newell, Peter, 1862-1924, Goldman, Elinor, former owner. DSI · New York : Harper & Brothers · leaf 38
SIXTEENTH FLAT Doc Danby was a stupid guy,So, lest he sleep too late, He placed a tattoo clock near byTo waken him at eight. But, ah! the rocket smote that clockAnd smashed its way clean through it! You have a fine alarm, said Doc, But, say, you overdo it! … SEVENTEENTH FLAT A penny-liner, Abram Stout,Was writing a description. The flame shot up, he pounded out-Then threw a mild conniption. For through his Flemington there shied A rocket, hot and mystic. I didnt mean to be, he cried, So deuced realistic!
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