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Show GETTIN' ON. - When t wuz somewhat younger I wii7. reckoned purty gay; I had my Ding nt everything In a rollckiu', coltish way. But times havo strangely altered Since sixty years ago. This age of steam an' things don't seem Like the age 1 used to know. Your modern Innovations Don't suit me, 1 confess, As did the ways of the good oT days But I'm gcttln' on, 1 guess. I set on the plnzza " An' hitch round wllh the sun; Sometimes, mayhap, I take a nap, ' Waitln' till school Is done. An' then 1 tell the children The things I done in youth, An' near us I can (us a venerable man) I stick to the honest truth. But the looks of them 'at listen Seem sometimes to express The remote idee that I'm gone you seel But I'm gettin' on, I guess, , I get up In the mornin', 1 An', nothin' else to do, Before the rest are up an' dressed "" I read the papers through. I hang around with the women Ail day and bear 'em talk, An' while they sew or knit I show The baby how to walk; An' Boraehow I feel sorry When they put away his dress An' cuts his curls ('cause they's like a girl's) I'm gettin' on, I guess. Sometimes, with twilight round me, I see, or seem to see, ; A distant shore where friends of yore i Linger and watch for me. Sometimes I've heered 'em callln' I So tenderlike an' low ! That It almost seemed like a dream I dreamed, Or an echo of long ago. An' sometimes on my forehead There falls a soft caress, Or the touch of a hand you understand I'm getUn' on, I guess. ( Chicago News. |