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    <dcterms:title><![CDATA[The Heroine of a Rag-Heap]]></dcterms:title>
    <dcterms:alternative><![CDATA[69626]]></dcterms:alternative>
    <dcterms:description><![CDATA[Paper fragment adhered on top edge of verso, pinholes in corners, smudging around edges.]]></dcterms:description>
    <dcterms:source><![CDATA[Original drawing location: PC-39 (Box 13).]]></dcterms:source>
    <dcterms:date><![CDATA[No date]]></dcterms:date>
    <dcterms:relation><![CDATA[http://hdl.handle.net/2345/5085]]></dcterms:relation>
    <dcterms:hasPart><![CDATA[Recto: &quot;The Heroine of a Rag-Heap.&quot;]]></dcterms:hasPart>
    <dcterms:hasPart><![CDATA[Verso: &quot;1 &quot;Then, Mr. DeGoatis.&quot; Said the head of the firm of the great paper manufacturers. &quot;you will commence your duties as manager tomorrow morning.&quot; Little did Walter DeGoatis think that as this vast factory, he at last found himself fin the women&#039;s department. There, hip-high in the reeking rags. Grimy, yet graceful stood Marier. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever beheld. // 3 Their eyes met, his filled with uncontrollable, undisguised, helpless, passionate, sudden first love, hers with lust, and a consciousness that the new manager had found her skulking on her work. She blushed a lovely cardinal red. (The short: it was a &quot;dead&quot; [mash].&quot; ED) // [Fourth passage scribbled out] // Yes.&quot;]]></dcterms:hasPart>
    <dcterms:extent><![CDATA[4.75 x 9.25 in.]]></dcterms:extent>
    <dcterms:medium><![CDATA[black ink on board]]></dcterms:medium>
    <dcterms:type><![CDATA[Political cartoons--American]]></dcterms:type>
    <dcterms:identifier><![CDATA[(Becker)PC-39]]></dcterms:identifier>
    <dcterms:temporal><![CDATA[18??-00-00]]></dcterms:temporal>
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