_A Reflecting Roundel._
"A Glad New Year!" Why, bless my heart, how fast
The time flies by! The year's no sooner here
Than it is gone and numbered with the past--
A Glad New Year!
For some the sun shines bright, the sky is clear,
No threatening clouds o'erhead exist to cast
A single shadow. Yet, ah me, how drear
The sad estate in which some lives are passed!
The day when none are sad may not be near,
But then--and not till then--there'll be at last
A Glad New Year!
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UP-TO-DATE VERSION FOR MATURE VIRGINS AND PREMATURELY GRIZZLED WORKING
MEN.--They whom the gods _don't_ love, _dye_ young!
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[Illustration: THE PROBLEM PLAY.
_New Woman_ (_with the hat_). "NO! _MY_ PRINCIPLE IS SIMPLY _THIS_--IF
THERE'S A _DEMAND_ FOR THESE PLAYS, IT MUST BE _SUPPLIED!_"
_Woman not New_ (_with the bonnet_). "PRECISELY! JUST AS WITH THE
BULL-FIGHTS IN SPAIN!"
[_Scores._
]
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