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The Boston Evening Transcript
The Boston Evening Transcript 1917 |
| The readers of the Boston Evening
Transcript Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn. When evening quickens faintly in the street, Wakening the appetites of life in some And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript, I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to La Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he at the end of the street, And I say, 'Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.' |