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[Newspaper clipping]

We Can't Spell
Any More
By ANNE CAMPBELL

He's growing older every way,
The baby we adore!
We noticed it the other day,
We can't spell any more.

I said at dinner, "Well, I guess
We'll see a s-h-o---"
Before I'd finished he cried "Yes,
That's where I want to go!"

It used to be we could talk
Of c-a-n-d-y,
He'd just as likely take a walk,
But now he stays nearby.

And if we say "To b-e-d
Somebody soon must run."
Hi sighs and cuddles close to me!
No secrets from our son!

He's growing up! He goes to school,
The baby we adore!
He's just a bit too old to fool!
We can't spell any more!

(opyright, North American Newspaper
Alliance, 1923.)