The quiet of the July night is broken by the gentle reverberating echo of the midnight bell. Glancing off dirty brick buildings, striking ash cans, squeezing through knotholes in boards nailed over windows of abandoned structures, it reaches Poplar Street...
"This, Too, Shall Pass Away,"
Sketch: Vol. 31
, Article 12.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol31/iss2/12