Lost
Parent Issue
Day
26
Month
June
Year
1894
Copyright
Public Domain
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Smoking a twenty cent cigar, I walked along the street. A girl I knew stepped from a car. I saw tliat we must meet And maybe talk. What could I do? How wild it makes me nowl Away that choiceat weed I threw, And then- she didn't bow.
Article
Subjects
Ann Arbor Argus
Old News