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Drab is the town as a shawl-hooded crone,
And dreary and cold with a chill all its own.
You ask them for bread and they give you a scone,
In Glasgow.

— Arthur Guiterman The Light Guitar (1923)

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Also in Life (September 22, 1921) p. 11

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