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For the Public Eye
When a feller goes to the mail box, just to see what he can find,
sometimes Fate surprises him, though usually not so kind. Often
it's a white one of "business" aspect grim; or, maybe, just a tiny
slip, "I'll meet you at the Gym." The first you sorter grab hold of
like you Avould a red-hot coal. "A pity these here creditors aren't
gifted Avitli more soul." The second j'ou read and scatter to the
four winds of the earth; such a tiny matter if a fair excuse for
mirth.
But, if you're a lucky feller and Fate's been kind to you, you'll
find a rather smelly one of pale and pinkish hue. Your name's all
little and Aviggly, like the writer's hand Avas cramped, and, Gee!
there's a lot of meaning in the Avay the thing is stamped.
Sometimes it has messages underneath the flap, below the fancy
sealing Avax or good old George's map. At first you feel rather
sheepish, and then j^ou begin to grin; sudden! it strikes your fancj%
that letter's awful thin.
By golly, you're dyin' to read it, and it isn't 'cause you ain't got
the nerve. No, that's not the reason you leave it and calmly go on
round the "curve." When j'ou come back in the morning you'll
find it aAvaiting you there, Isefunibled and ragged and dog-eared
and your name about hidden Avith grime.
Wh}% you don't even resent it. Boy, you're the envied of men.
The whole University read it and approved of the words of her pen.
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