A CAUTION TO FAIR SAMARITANS
Sitting pensive on a rustic bench, young Smith sees those pretty girls from the Hall coming his way, and, on the chance of their belonging to an “Ambulance Class” (which they do), he suffers himself to be overcome by the heat (58° in the Sun) and falls prostrate just as they pass by!
Emily. “It’s a faint, poor fellow! Hold his head down, Maud, and undo his shirt-collar, while I feel his pulse. Oh! How Strongly it beats!”
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