(_A Hint to the Purveyors of Tainted Literary Food for Youth_)
The varlet who vends unwholesome victual
Is sharply punished, if caught in the act;
Why should the scoundrel expect acquittal
Who sells bad books to our boys? Sad fact!
We know that youth loves not goody boring,
That little pigs have no relish for pearls!
But where's the excuse for foul garbage pouring
In innocent souls of our boys and girls?
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[Illustration: "LOOK HERE, SCHLUMPENHAGEN, YOU MUST HELP US AT OUR
SMOKING CONCERT. YOU PLAY THE FLUTE, DON'T YOU?"
"NOT VEN DERE ISH ANYPOTTY APOUT."
"HOW'S THAT?"
"DEY _VON'T LET ME!_"]
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