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Bow, bow, ye lower middle classes! Bow, bow, ye tradesmen, bow, ye masses!
W. S. Gilbert
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W. S. Gilbert
Age: 74 †
Born: 1836
Born: November 18
Died: 1911
Died: May 29
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