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ROUND ABOUT CHICAGO 



The music stops. The musicians put away 

 their instruments. The audience rises and moves 

 away in various directions. There is no hurry, 

 no crowding, nothing to break the music's spell 

 as you linger about; and by and by, when most 

 have gone, you take your homeward way, fresh 

 as the morning, peaceful as the evening, thor- 

 oughly content with a lovely day even a day in 

 the Forest of Arden. 



