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What smells so? Has somebody been burning a Rag, or is there a Dead Mule in the Back yard? No, the Man is Smoking a Five-Cent Cigar.

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Eugene Field
Age: 45 †
Born: 1850
Born: September 3
Died: 1895
Died: November 4
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