  FEET were made to dance on, truly; But Jean’s too often are unruly. Now a dip and now a slide— Watch the graceful Jeanette glide! High upon her tippy-toes, Light as gentlest breeze that blows. Now a slip and now a stumble— See her brother trip and tumble Flat upon his nose! [Image unavailable.] SIXTEEN O’CLOCK |
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