  The little Millwins attend the Russian Ballet. The mauve and greenish souls of the little Millwins Were seen lying along the upper seats Like so many unused boas. The turbulent and undisciplined host of art students— The rigorous deputation from “Slade”— Was before them. With arms exalted, with fore-arms Crossed in great futuristic X’s, the art students Exulted, they beheld the splendours of Cleopatra. And the little Millwins beheld these things; With their large and anÆmic eyes they looked out upon this configuration. Let us therefore mention the fact, For it seems to us worthy of record. |
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