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Show "GINGLES JINGLES" THE PIKER. The paths of ease are only myths and it was ever thus. Don't think that you can ride to fame upon a jitney bus. The other fellow's job looks soft and just the kind you'd like, but try it out and you will find that you must hit the pike. And if you're not there with the push and energy en-ergy galore, you're nothing but a piker, piking for the other shore. The world has use for men who work and needs them every one, but nature prods the bubble and puts pikers on the run. The elevator going down is loaded with the guys who whittle dry goods boxes and build castles in the skies. Some men will sit as though spiked down and spin their tales of woe. While otiiers with the wanderlust wander-lust are always on the go. Thus discontent takes different forms, but brings the same result. It heads you for Hotel de Gink to join the Hobo cult. Then let us all turn on the light and watch ourselves go by, and get a line on what we are and know the reason why. It matters not what stage we've reached, there's always room to grow. So do not be a piker, just be careful care-ful what you p . o. a sow. t7.hUx |