Edgar taped these clippings into his journal. The boys who did the student newspaper had a column for jokes and anecdotes, called SNAP SHOTS. You can read the clippings yourself, plus the "short story by McNamara" which I have transcribed.
The parlor was dark; the hour was eleven thirty.
Her father came to the top of the stairs and called.
No answer.
He came to the bottom of the stairs and called.
Again no answer
Angrily striding to the parlor, he switched on the lights. There was no one there.
Her father came to the top of the stairs and called.
No answer.
He came to the bottom of the stairs and called.
Again no answer
Angrily striding to the parlor, he switched on the lights. There was no one there.
This one was composed by Caire:
He tripped on the bridge at midnight,
And got up with a groan,
For his coat was in the river,
And his spirits sank like stone.
He tripped on the bridge at midnight,
And got up with a groan,
For his coat was in the river,
And his spirits sank like stone.
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