Those couplets held
(unless they lied)
The reason why
a world had died!
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Infinity, April 1957.
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
The skipper looked at what Ernest Hotaling had scribbled on the slip of
paper.
_The color of my true love's cheek
Will turn to gray within a week._