Snowballs
Cold gray clouds have long since usurped the heavens and driven away the white, fleecy summer cumulus; the latter, like the birds, have gone to more congenial climes. For several weeks past heavy overcoats have been in demand. The rowing season has closed; the baseball bats and lawn tennis rackets are stowed away, and the college boys have settled down to study and gymnastics.
In the cities people swing their arms about and beat their muffled chests in a vain effort to start the blood to circulating in their benumbed fingers. Each waiting passenger, as he reads the morning paper, exhales two streams of mist from his nostrils. The horses puff larger streams of steam and wear chest protectors.
So says Dan Beard
In the cities people swing their arms about and beat their muffled chests in a vain effort to start the blood to circulating in their benumbed fingers. Each waiting passenger, as he reads the morning paper, exhales two streams of mist from his nostrils. The horses puff larger streams of steam and wear chest protectors.
So says Dan Beard
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