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BASSETT'S SCRAP BOOK
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SALUTATION.

Though all the sea keep our bodies asunder,
Though we should miss by a turn of the street,
This is the thought we must ponder and wonder—
Some day, some hour, we surely will meet.
Friend who was born for me, shaped for me, made for me,
Formed for my fate as the wax to the flame;
You who unknowing have still lent your aid for me,
Here's to you, Friend—though I know not your name!
Whether you strive to conceal or to show it,
When we strike palms, and my eyes meet your eyes,
Spirit will leap out to spirit and know it,
Though it were hidden in twice the disguise.
Friend I have thought of, dreamed of and yearned for,
Who can inherit the best I can be,
Though your sails know not the course they are turned for,
Here's to you, Friend—who are coming to me!

—Jeannette I. Helm.

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Billiards comes from the French word "billard," meaning a stick with a curved end.

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If there were not so many mean husbands there would not be so many religious women.

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The same force that moves a ton on a road will pull a 32-ton canal-boat.

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A little Auburn boy who looks after his grandfather's cuspidor for a moderate salary, offers this philosophy: "When I grow up I shall chew tobacco and have my little boy look after the cuspidor. Then he will not chew."

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Nearly thirty per cent. of all flowers are white.