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Dear Mother: —

If, as you start toward Lillie’s festive spread,

You find me snoring loudly in my bed,

Awake me not, for I would fain repose,

And thro’ the day in quiet slumbers doze.

But lest I starve, for lack of food to eat,

Leave here a dish of Quaker Puffèd Wheat,

Or breakfast biscuit, which, it matters not,

To break my fast when out of bed I’ve got.

And if to supper you perchance should stay,

Thus to complete a glorious festive day,

Announce the fact to me by Telephone,

That whilst you eat, I may prepare my own.