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Show i WALT MASON I 1 IMl i.iii l TURK . ,n?. ?;J saw a a,teher. who foe- ; Wy Plic'd his spade; I took him ou: i I pitcher of hlCkless lemonade Hi-; j name was Peter Leary and that's his handle yet and he was hot and weary, and longed for something W I ' That drink was most delightful ' the 1 steaming Peter cried; "my thirst was something frightful, and burned up my inside." Long years have passed since Peter poured down that lemoi - H ado. and watched me calmly teeter jH back to my figtree's shade. The Oth- iH . or day while driving my corrugat I ll Bunka despite my striving. mud as thick as tar There I wax mired completely, in glue-like gumbo I stuck, and I orated sweetly about the dad-blamed luck. Then came v kered gri nger who drove two sorrel marcs: "Wilt pull me out, ' stranger"" I ri?d between swears. He pulled me from the v. .1 low his team was strong and emat : I knew what was to folio a bill to H tk th. heart. For I've had farm- H rom mudholes now i : then and al d appall m H , by their demands H Vou make me weary! No money I . shall be paid! For I'm tho Pet. : H ).. Iped fellow i jH a i !H me back. tiil (Copyright, 1922, Geo: Adams.) fl oo |