In Winter Quarters 



this latitude, I would hesitate a long 

 time before seating him bare-headed 

 and all " dolled up" in full drawing- 

 room costume. This is what happened 

 to our dear old bard of Avon in Lincoln 

 Park. It is true that few people ever 

 stop to note his plight when rains or 

 snows are beating on that big Shake- 

 spearean dome. The statue is really 

 most admirable as a fair weather prop- 

 osition, but with one eye and both ears 

 plastered full of wet snow, and an 

 inch or two of "the beautiful" resting 

 where hair or hat should have been, I 

 can assure you it is hard for anybody, 

 however great, to look specially dig- 

 nified or really serious. 



I do not know how much or how 

 little the sense of humor is developed 

 in my own particular case, but I do 

 know that "the myriad-minded" once 

 assumed such a truly fearful and won- 

 derful expression as a result of the 

 storm king's pranks that I grinned in 

 spite of myself when I saw the liberties 

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